When will the world know peace again?
When our children have grown to repeat the same plight?
When children yet unborn revolt against coming to the earth?
When life is no more and we watch on from the afterlife?
When everything has been reduced to rubbles?
When are we going to live as king?
When our subjects have been impoverished
And there is no way to alleviate them?
A rich man amongst 10 poor souls are all impoverished
Sooner or later, they will reduce him to their level
The prince is walking on foot and that's sad
The child of a meat seller keeps eating the bone, that's bad
A land filled with milk and honey
Yet everyone lives in lack and want
When are we going to enjoy the fruits of our labour?
When will life make sense to us?
When are we going to ever be proud to live in a world like this?
When? When? When?
We have more questions than answers
Nothing seems to make sense in any way
Greed, selfishness, wickedness and foolishness -
They all played their parts and they are part of humans
When are we going to walk with our heads held high?
When are we going to override evil with love?
The question remains the same but the answer is eternally variable

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.