'The News' Poem by Linda Winchell

I sit with my coffee, listening to world news
there isn't much that's good going on today.
There's a war over here, suicide bombers killing there
so much hatred towards each other
our worlds distruction and the despair.

I really didn't heard too much of that when I was young
but then I was too busy being a little kid.
I guess there was stuff going on way back then
but I can't remember hearing what did.

I have some memories of the Vietnam war
had some highschool friends that died back then.
And the others who returned
with fried brains, battle earned
No one seemed to want them back home again.

So I guess nothings changed but the color of my hair
for that went from black to white.
Does the world really know?
of the news which it shows?
And of the killings, and murder and blight?

I wonder when, it all might ever stop?
Am I thinking too far out of the box?
I hope and I pray, that maybe one day
all of this bad News I hear, will just STOP!