I don’t want a ‘normal’ day to be bombs blasting away.
I don’t want to be used to seeing bombs as the normal way.
I don’t want the fighting to continue to be the norm.
I don’t want to see war planning in a student’s dorm.
I don’t want to see suffering, yet another death rings in the air.
I don’t want to be a witness to the media bringing violence near.
I don’t want to have my heart skip a beat because of another death.
I don’t want to see a politician take a sharp intake of breath.
What I don’t want, is coming at me fast and furious.
What I don’t want, is coming at my world and its serious.
If this is going to the normal way that the world is turning.
I fear for not just our times, but the new generations coming.
I don’t want war, violence and terror to be the legacy we leave.
I don’t want people and youngsters confused as to what to believe.
I don’t want, I don’t want must be the views of many.
I don’t want to be a bystander witnessing felony after felony.
We are precious beings with a ‘normal’ life to live.
Let a ‘normal’ day be the prophecy and the legacy we can give.
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