Goodbye to Morals

Blooded sorrow fills these wintry graves,

shattered roses align the mortuary gate.

Displayed emotions rage together as a storm,

tomorrow brings mourning for a seven year old child.

Tragedy beyond these Gods,

incomprehensible outburst for a fate that died too early.

Morning stars share pain with each dying flame,

rain brings this unwanted veil for us to wear.

Is it time to say goodbye?

Shattered families tossed into a garbage bin,

the whip cracks across scarred hearts.

Abandoning faith for something or somewhere to hold onto,

a grave fixation on time has our coffins in the shadows.

Unresponsive to grief,

struck down from our empires.

No time to grieve for another’s loss,

eighty seven year old man shot down for his wallet.

Zero tolerance for morals,

waging personal vendettas against our neighbors.

Every day struggle places another on these streets,

either dead physically or spiritually.

Is it time to say goodbye?