A World I Don’t Know

A world I don’t know

Comes in a devastating

Thunderstorm

Of clashes

With people

Who’s intrinsic

Nature

I would hope to be

Good

However in a world

I can’t understand

How one human hand

Can be turned into a

Violent machine

Of descimation

Desicration

Is now

What I see

I’m not sure that

Is the world

Where I want to

Be

Unpublished

Unpublished

And unheard

My words

Fall short

When they could

Be bold

In paperback

Or in print

But to me

It’s not important

What is

Is the process of creation

To practice

Daily

With patience

So I am set on that front

Nothing more that I want