Spend time stumbling around in the dark. Then a light comes on. There is enough blame to go around. Knowing what’s known. Seeing what has taken place. Emotions take an upswing. Mad is what it is called, but disappoint is what it is. Anger is the face, intensity (concentration) should be the focus, what now? What should become the norm? Group effort is an idea, individual escalations seems to be. Feeling all alone know always in a crowd of similarities. Change is the cry. Correct is the solution to seek. Change is the cry, but without a plan it falls and is weak. Gather your army, call out among the clan. This is truly monumental. Much bigger than one ever imagined. For one’s mind to overstand. So much death and destruction snatch and grab is all it is Crushed will by shear greatness towering for its size. Scratch your head, wiper the sweat from the brow, rub the hands to dry the eye. Squint to clear the vision, put the glasses on your face This is the thing were wrapped up in, the convoluted human race.