Are we the writers of our own songs

Are we the writers of our own songs. 

As I travel around the world 

taking a good look all around 

me wherever it is I may be I

hang my head in shame for 

all of the things that I see, even

sometimes when I am watching

the evening news I am very 

saddened so I start to wonder 

to myself if this world we all 

live is worth even saving? Or

should we sit back do nothing 
and let it just burn in the fiery 

flames of hell or do we give up 

on even trying to save it while

as it tries so very hard every

single day to destroy itself? So 

I started thinking is humanity

the cause or the answer? Are 

we ourselves to blame for

what this world has become?

Is it fate or faith that drives us

to continue waking up day 

after day after day with the 

rising of the morning sun?

Are we all maybe what is left 

of some big secret alien

experiment that some how 

went completely wrong? Are 

we only just some actors 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

friendly 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