I struggle to understand,
The mindset of terror,
Not the type confined to books,
Where we’re disturbed by a writer’s twisted imagination.

I’m scared of life,
The actions of men and women that unfold,
Causing pain and suffering to the innocent,
Forcing families and friends to grieve.

Who is this devil that guides us along this path?
One of depravity, hatred, and evil,
Where life is nothing more than a commodity,
Discarded so quickly through a misguided belief or opinion.

We survive the brutal reality of existence,
Thankfully fueled by our insistence to remain,
Without knowing what comes forth,
Unified as one in the hope that we will live on.