I view the world around me with tired eyes
I see the same waste of spirit and hope
That surrounded me all those years ago
And though I wish it so, nothing changes

The wars have moved on to other places
Fought with new weapons, but death is the same
Children lose parents, and grow up alone
Or they also die and grow not at all

The bosses appear to be different
But beneath it all there are no changes
The same motivations, some are righteous
But most still sound in avarice and greed

Will there be a time to rest peacefully
When children can safely play in the sun
And death visits only the very old
Or will man expire before that time comes

© 2012 Bobby Barnhart