For just one moment, it all makes sense.
The hows and whys, they’re no longer dense.
“Misery is made beautiful right before our eyes”
as we gaze at the sky and realize everything dies.
“We each owe a death,” someone once said,
but why are the lovers the first found dead?
We live and breathe, hate and love
with constant reminders, “It’s all for the Dove!”
Our children are starving, violence infects our streets;
can ignorance be bliss if we’re part of the deceits?
These questions with no answers, keeping me on the fence,
for just one moment, it all made sense.
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