I found this poem recently which I had written nearly ten years ago. The news was full, it seemed at the time, of horrific stories of violence on the streets and in the homes of our land. I not talking of terrorism or gang related violence, but of individual acts of murder and manslaughter. I remember the specific incidents which “inspired” me to write, but it is not necessary to mention them as we can all bring to mind horrific acts of senseless brutality from over the years. It just seemed to be unending.
And of course it was and still is. So many insane acts have happened in those intervening years that I often feel that the madness I spoke of is to be with us forever.
THERE IS A MADNESS IN THE LAND.
There is a madness in the land.
There is an evil running rife.
These are times not seen before
Full of cruelty and strife.
Mothers drown their children,
Husbands strangle wives.
In every town and village
Young people waste their lives.
Death and danger stalk the streets
Fear and terror rule the night.
Even at the noon of day
There’s no safety in the light.
In city streets and rural idylls
Acts of savagery abound
And when we think we can’t sink lower
The depths of hell are not yet found.