Panic

Violence keeps eating into our system,
Greedily and overtly like a worm,
Though they cause a great dorm.
Yet we considered it a new custom.

Life might have been at its best
But for man's greed for power,
For knowledge and high interest:
Things double with nature,less.

Each day,wails and cries triumph
Taking hold of our excitement.
It's hard for us to conform
To religious rules and inducement.

Should we continue in rugged paths,
Nailing the kind to the board,
Fleeting the generous hearts
With sight of war and blood?

Nay,we need settled peace
That could heal our woes.
And we need gather the piece
That comes from hasty toes.