Where Does it End?

Where does it end?

Why is everything overly confusing

And underly recreational?

The whole of the matter

Is that the people who sin

May not have sinned

If not for their forefathers,

Who brought them up

On the anti social being

Of what the time

Can be used for,

As I sit here and

Wonder what has happened,

I listen to the sounds

Of a nearby radio

Playing the sounds

Of the present and past,

What is to happen?

Why should everyone

Worry about blowing up

The enemy across the sea,

When the real enemy

Is the pure hatred

Inside themselves?

The other side

Is coming to meet us all

In our sleep

When we rest.

Some have killed

The hatred,

And others thrive

On hatred of

The worst kind.

Of the undone

And prefinished

State of the mind,

Our matters only rest

Inside one another;

The Love of each other

Can save us all from ourselves.