Wipe your red-rimmed eyes,
this comes as no surprise -
We are all rising to demise.
Weapons of mass deception,
needles spreading infection,
deaths occurring in rapid succession.
No cure in sight,
no time for respite -
Who will win this gruesome fight?
The government very well may
by keeping our fears at bay
as they hide the blood spray.
Evil quite possibly will prevail,
with moral bankruptcy weighing down the scale -
Hammer another coffin's nail.
Beyond this though,
is a chance to grow,
To make a friend of a foe.
Furthermore is the option of peace,
for love to flourish and hatred to cease,
To capture light and experience release.
It can only happen with the right choice,
We must decide to use our voice,
Stand for what is right, and only in truth REJOICE.
It is a struggle, and it can be hard to believe,
but walk in faith - grasp and cleave,
And you'll receive more than you can conceive.