M's Poetry
Used To Be
When did it get so bad?
Now all you see is death and despair
you used to be able to sit in peace outside
without gun fire sounding off near your rocking chair
you used to be able to not have to lock your doors at night
now people have several deadbolts and sleep with a gun to their side
sometimes it just makes you want to cry
the violence and hatred that surrounds our lives
the TV, well all that can do is report bad news
and the radio blast violent images of someone getting screwed
I just know that is not how it used to be
the answer is God but when must people look up
they complain or wish for selfish things
never thinking that we all are still alive
roaming these beautiful lands
come on now let's all come together
only we can bring it back to how it used to be.
2003@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
Now all you see is death and despair
you used to be able to sit in peace outside
without gun fire sounding off near your rocking chair
you used to be able to not have to lock your doors at night
now people have several deadbolts and sleep with a gun to their side
sometimes it just makes you want to cry
the violence and hatred that surrounds our lives
the TV, well all that can do is report bad news
and the radio blast violent images of someone getting screwed
I just know that is not how it used to be
the answer is God but when must people look up
they complain or wish for selfish things
never thinking that we all are still alive
roaming these beautiful lands
come on now let's all come together
only we can bring it back to how it used to be.
2003@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
