Unraveling Society’s Swatch

When society’s strands

Become undone,

Some grab Bibles;

Some grab guns.

Blood flows freely

In the streets,

Washing ’way

Love, lust & treats.

Who wins this hard-fought bloody battle,

Fought with lungs & baby rattles?

Who hoards the prize of broken dreams,

Soaked in sour, toxic streams?

When society’s threads

Become undone,

Some share Bibles;

Some share guns.

Who forges civilization’s

Verve a-new?

Not I, my friend . . .

Perchance, it’s you?