I don’t dream in Technicolor,
These days, I don’t dream at all;
Ev’ry hope I had’s gone missing
Harsh realities, withal
Yes, the world is sad and violent
And, for many humans, Hell:
People hate, and they will murder
Others who hate them, as well
Hating does not need a sanction
It’s a thing that humans do:
Many times a day it happens.
She and he and me and you
Bear the price of so much sorrow,
Teardrops pouring down in streams;
Wishing we could give the grieving
Peaceful
Technicolor
Dreams
A good summing up of a sad state of affairs. Sad affairs of state, too.