Life has become a race to the bottom.
Those that do not make it are promptly forgotten.
Yet is this a system we should revere?
Sitting on the periphery it seems so severe.
Like a fix, one rigged to destroy.
Rather than a journey to love and enjoy.
Time is now a burden on youth.
Pressure to grow up faster than truth.
Expected to be mature and not indulge in play.
In what way is that any form of ok?
Sounds like a nightmare in constant motion.
Not the kind of thing that should be given devotion.
Split second judgement has become the way of the world.
So many accusations are endlessly hurled.
Without care or even a thought.
And if it goes awry innocence can always be bought.
Not by the innocent or those who wish to be free.
Usually by deceivers rabid for more celebrity.
Repeating the cycle rather than forging anew.
At times it feels like the world might soon be through.
With so many voices screaming their hate.
Reality is they are but a minority stake.
And my hope remains they will not prevail.
If they do then I foresee our civilization would utterly derail.
But hold the line and keep the faith.
Do not give in to the violence and rape.
For things will get better if we push forward.
Dark days are followed by dazzling mornings.
And when we reach it all wars will be won.
History will mark this monumentous occasion.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 