I try so hard to comprehend
Why all our dreams are at their end
Or why our future is unclear,
The minds of most too full of fear ?
I thought we’d learned how to behave
To play the hero not the knave,
Accept the truth with open heart
And to define its nobler part.
We look into the mirror blind
What type of image will one find
Does no one see themselves for real
How can this nation ever heal ?
Oh Lord, dear Lord, what have we done
What madness is this we’ve begun ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 