Looking up at the stars

feeling the grass on feet

tears in eyes

blood in the street.

The wind is howling,

the birds all scream,

at the horrendous crimes

that the media eats.

The crimes unspoken,

and hidden from sight

what wrongs are hidden 

will never be made right.

So live to welcome,

be polite,

keep your mind open,

and keep it well lit.

Live to love

Live to learn

Live to find the truth

and correct the wrong

highlight the rights

make the world at least seem all right.