Driving down the road one day,
I stopped to see what was the fray.
People fighting left and right,
Even daring to take a bite!
Blood was pouring everywhere.
Cuts and bruises, I declare!
Throwing each other to the ground,
Then proceeding to pound and pound
Each other’s face, then the belly.
I was shocked, and said, “Whoa, Nelly!”
Beating each other to a pulp
Made me sad, so I began to sulk.
I sat back and shook my head.
I can’t believe this, so I said.
Why must people be at war,
And seem to beg for even more?
Though it really makes no sense,
I had to sit upon the fence.
I didn’t want to get involved,
Or try to come up with a way to solve
People’s differences are galore.
Sometimes their whisper becomes a roar.
It’s hard to know which way to go.
The stubborn fools must start a row.
So it seems it has always been.
Guess that’s why they say we sin.
Always looking for some trouble.
Then we hide inside our bubble.