Are we the writers of our own songs?

Are we the writers of our own songs

As I look all around me wherever it is I may be and occasionally watch the evening news I shake my head saddened wondering to myself if this world where we all live is worth even saving? Or should it just burn in the fiery flames of hell? Do we give up on even trying to save it as it tries so very hard everyday to destroy itself? Is humanity the cause or the answer? Are we to blame for what this world has become? Is it fate or faith that drives us to continue waking up day after day with the rising of the morning sun? Are we what is left of some big secret alien experiment that somehow went completely wrong? Are we only just some actor in a bad play that we call life? Or are we the writers of our own songs? Could we really be all alone as in the only ones stuck down here on this planet with a moon revolving around us as we spin around our one and only sun? is there anybody else who are just like us far beyond what our eyes can see when we look up into the clear midnight skies and watch all the millions of stars shining brightly looking a whole lot like fireflies flying all around? And if there are others out there I wonder are they looking up at all the stars too thinking the same thing as I do? If they are do they all get along? Have they found the key to peace does it matter what the color is of there skin? What gender they are? Or who it is they fall in love with girl or boy? Are there children crying who are cold and hungry out on the streets with nowhere to go or even a roof over their heads with shoes on their feet? Do they respect one another in all aspects of life or do they all lie cheat and steal from the others while beating and raping women and children is there fear destruction and strife? Do they know what love means do they spread it freely all around? Or has it died there too buried six feet down under ground?

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey

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