The world has gone mad. Again.
And again voices incite—then hoarse leaders
pretend to have been polite. They did not shout
fear and hatred to explosive tension, to a thin-
wire stretched, first sounding a note then cracking,
snapping in two, each piece twisted. The world goes
mad. Again. The leaders call for calm, like arsonists
who work in the fire department. The fires burn
in the streets at night. The checkpoints flow
with blood and tears. And most of us just want
to go to work, have coffee with friends, teach
our children something other than this craziness
in a world gone mad. Again. And most of us want
to turn away and not see the burning, the smoke,
the arsonists lining up toy soldiers at borders
ready to pounce, to attack, to burn. Again.

– Michael Dickel

© 2015, poem, Michael Dickel; excerpt from War Surrounds Us, All rights reserved

2 thoughts on “Again

  1. I fell in love with this poem the first time I read it. You have perfectly captured what I think so many of us … the most rational among us … feel. So unfortunate that the psychopaths and sociopaths will always be with us.

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