Violence

Men and women dressed in blue,

The latest victims of you know who.

“Violence” reared its ugly head again,

On the streets of Dallas to our chagrin.

Violence knows he’s a two-edged sword,

Love him or hate him, we’re all on board.

Century after century at what a cost,

Basic humanity seems all but lost.

We loved him when he killed Sadam,

Or torched the hooches in Vietnam.

We loved him when he killed the witch,

Or punished the slave with a leather switch.

We hate him when he takes one of “us,”

Then we scream and holler and raise a fuss.

How dare he act with such maliciousness,

When carrying out an act of such viciousness. 

 

Centuries of Violence - millions of lives lost,

Man’s inhumanity to man – an intolerable cost.

How do we stop him, whatever is the cure?

Because Violence will strike again, of this I am sure. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole