Mayhem

A poem about anger

meditation
regret
intense
against
whereas

The world today seems so intense,
Divided by an unseen foe.
Some March, scream, lose common sense,
And Rally against the status quo.

Whereas those that sit in contemplation,
Have no regrets or fears.
They breathe, and sit in meditation,
Say “what will be.” ‘till order reappears.