Poem:

When I listen to bad news, I feel depressed,

        and sometimes I wonder why I get so stressed;

It seems the world is standing on its head,

          dispensing nothing but terror and dread;

When I see the homeless, the mentally ill,

             walking the streets, miserable, still

Dragging their feet, suffering alone,

               silent with pain, weary and worn,

I wonder when life had first appeared

                 after the dinosaurs had all disappeared,

Was it as bad as it is this in this age

                   and survival began on the very first page

Of existence;  with hope holding fast in its abode,

                     trying to step out on reality’s road,

I wonder if peace will ever sustain

                      the will to survive in spite of pain.