A Nightmare

It was like walking away from a nightmare
When I walked away from the scene,
The scene of violence,
The scene of hatred and
The scene of a bloody mess

It was awful; it filled me with disgust
Disgust of how people could behave
They fought with hatred
They fought for power and
They fought for the right to be winners

People fled, people bled
People screamed, sirens blasted
Everyone was in turmoil
Everyone was in distress
Camera's flashed and took picture's for the press

Nothing was solved by the fighting
Nothing was solved at all
It was a waste of time,
A waste of all the lives that were lost
By fighting verbally, think of the lives that could have been saved.


Joanne Kennedy December 1998