You would think that I would have nothing but positive thoughts while laying on a sunny Maui beach. Instead, out came this angry rap about gun control and crime. In justification, the seed of this poem was planted years ago, as I continue to clean out the unfinished business on my Evernote phone app. All this beach time of thoughtful reflection has resulted in numerous poems of very diverse content this week.

It’s A Rap

It’s an angry world,
Filled with hate.
If peace is found,
Life would be great.

Instead there are racists,
Thieves and liars.
Men who rape,
And start fires.

Those that prey on,
Homeless and helpless.
And others who steal,
And won’t confess.

There are hypocrites,
Always feeling right.
And bigots that
Only see white.

Extreme Extremists,
Nazis and Zealots.
People who kill,
Because they’re jealous.

Saboteurs,
Draft Dodgers.
Pirates waving,
Jolly Rogers.

Scammers & Dammers,
Back Stabbers.
Crimes of Passion,
Glory grabbers.

Offenders,
Fanatics.
Protesters,
Addicts.

Those that loath,
While others object.
Maybe it’s time,
To disinfect?

Clean up this mess,
That haunts our lives.
Turn in our guns,
Sheath our knives.

The world around us,
Is a toxic waste.
Let’s come together,
And move with haste.

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