Never has there been a time,
a time in this world,
that the fragility of human life has not been on my mind,
and never has there been a time,
even far away from humankind,
a time that in my heart,
I do not feel the pain and the suffering,
for with every thought,
oh, how the visions come to me from throughout my life,
of the hatred,
the racism,
the intolerance,
the violence,
the brutality,
the torture,
the wars,
the greed,
and the death and the destruction caused,
cause by leaders leading their people,
into such destructive times,
leaders leading their people blindly,
through poor decisions,
leaders leading them into such chaos and disorder,
with their greed and their mistrust,
and the inability to listen and to understand,
other countries points of view far too many times,
and how sickening it is to see it repeatedly,
in the newspapers,
the magazines and on the television,
and on the radio and online,
and even when you are alone,
how is it possible to stop these visions,
these visions that haunt thine eyes,
because never has there been a time,
that they have not been there,
because since birth and the creation of humankind,
humankind has been so destructive,
and we have continually failed to learn,
from humanities mistakes,
and mankind's destructiveness hangs over humanity,
a foul mood that hangs pervasively in the air,
and it is a sad sight to see,
the ravaging and the savagery of humanity,
and how horrific it is such viciousness,
because it is more inhuman than human to me,
and this is not what I wish it to be,
and probably billions of others, but I despair,
and I hope for better things,
and for better leaders and better minds,
and more educated and more civil times,
more civil times to take us far away from this viciousness,
far away from the viciousness and the fear,
far away from this brutality,
that we are subject to year after year,
for humanity in this insanity, it cannot surely continue to be,
and cannot surely continue to act in such destructive ways,
because humanity will otherwise cease to be,
and humanity will be consigned sadly to history,
a forgotten race, capable of such great creativity and feelings,
a race, the human race,
now possibly set to be, forever onwards, forever onwards,
nothing more to the universe but a memory.