Write Me Some Sanity

Write me some sanity
as a sonnet of stirring passions and noble ideals,
to restore my faith that there is more to humanity
than the brutal chases for gold leaving a trail of suffering.

So I can stop dreaming of knives to vent my anger,
forget visions of machine guns smoking from use
and bombs exploding in the night in homes of tyrants,
just pen me something filled with to tale of care
magically ending the stupidity of the maniacs in this world
who pretend to love everyone
while plotting to kill you with their lies.

Driving down the road in my head,
feeling as if white knuckles were grasping a steering wheel
while thinking of all the crap getting dump on life everyday.

All the murderers of dreams
getting rich on other’s misery,
burying the wounded in a file cabinet of statistics
they say is where their plans for help
are stored to save the world.

How all the knights have fallen we saw as legends,
with crusaders of justice gone to the mall
to shop for victories they can buy as trophies.

In the midst of the lunacy we survive,
asking why this demented sickness prospers?

Then in a moment, some pause in the rage,
seeing a flower miraculously thrive among the garbage,
it isn’t deliverance or utopia,
but reminds that the Lord
can always blossom hope
within the ruins of our plans.