Four the season
Forty days and forty nights of rain. While hundreds of news channels offer us a depiction of fear with a combination of pain. Snow in our hearts and snow in our veins. We've turned into animals however, instead of fighting over food we are killing eachother over loose change. Unfortunately, autumn will never bring change. It will only change our way of viewing things. By then, the torch would have been passed to our sons and daughters. They will later be battered by the policemen and women who were appointed to restore order. Then the summer will arrive and the sun will shine so brightly that it will burn though our somewhat false disguise. We will witness the children that we've given life to cry before an untimely demise. This will happen solely because in God's eyes they would have already lived beyond their years. Then we will wait for the rain to come once again. However, this time It will be to wash away our many tears.