The Sadness Of The Madness

I can feel the sadness of the madness

As it ripples through the air around me

As it flickers in the light shows of this life

And as it thunders through the anger

Of all those who feel it too

I can feel the sadness of the madness

In the lyrics of the songs

Created by those who would much prefer

To be singing of joy and love and peace

But who have had that privilege

Taken from them by the sadness

By the madness and their moral imperative

To rage out against it

I can feel the sadness of the madness

In the screams of the world’s lost souls

Who have nowhere to turn

No plan B, No fucking 401 K

No alternative to choose

Who die at authoritarian borders

Where only the rich are allowed to pass

I can feel the sadness of the madness

As it bangs around bouncing off

The walls of my skull

As stories of the sadness play out

Like so many scratched records

Repeating and repeating

“We are the world…we are the children…”

I can feel the sadness of the madness

In the tears that run down my face

As my empathy careens out of control

And my head bows deeply

And I wish we were all anywhere but here

And not inside this sadness

I can feel the sadness of the madness

In the arrogance of the entitled

As they seek to separate the world into

Two parts and want to give nothing

To the part that is not theirs…only take from it

Yes I can feel the sadness of the madness

Almost everywhere I turn these days

Sometimes subtle

Sometimes right up in your face

Like some idiotic road rage battle

That nobody ever can win

I can feel the sadness of the madness

Late at night when I allow my mind to reflect

And see that reflection is cloudy and murky

And would probably drive me to despair

If I stared at it for too long

I can feel the sadness of the madness

As the body count of the innocent rises

Blown up…blown away…

Taken from this life by the wave of madness

That knows no borders

And has no conscience

But I know I have felt this way before

Perhaps too many times

And I know that there is a far side

To all the sadness and the madness I feel today

A tomorrow where things are not the same

Maybe better, maybe moving in the other direction

And all we have to do to make it so

Is believe…just believe

Copyright Jim Murray 2019