Society's Ills

Random thoughts float in and out

of my mind, like dreams are shadows

of things that seem but should not be.

Society’s ills creep-in uneasily; as

nations spew their half-truths, of

mistaken identities and immorality. 

Only a few deemed worthy to win

the spoils of war. Religions force

others to comply, without remorse.

Why such discord instead of goodwill?

Still they sit slumbering deeply.   

Under piles of ash and heavy soot,

unable to breathe? Does anyone see?

Random thoughts drift in and out

of my mind, like grains of sand through

unsteady hands. And the world still cries

its continued lies, while sleeping lazily.