• The world hurts while we laugh. Faces sit, stare, point and snare, while we stand without a care. The sweet musics gone the melody torn. Hurtful things are said and weapons aim fire. The golden bullets slay the weak and innocent while the most savage are sparred. Precious dreams fade, and the storybooks made by small hands close shut. Women and children weep as their loved ones cascade beneath their feet. The sky turns black with a volley of ash made by a regretful choice. We may all look and laugh away but truly this is our hearts disarray.