BY BEN RUSH
Hath the world gone mad? Good question.
It seems to be that way, to be sure, yes
News prey on the fearful, drawing a dark curtain
On the humans who have gotten no rest
They act paranoid of other people
Who look a bit different from each other
Brewing black hatred and other evil
Disregard if they have the same mother
The temperature keeps on a rising
While people say the planet is cool
In some time when they have land capsizing
Then they know they were always the true fool
A sad tale that humanity weaves long,
Their only remaining mark be a song.