Passing thoughts

When I open up the paper 

Or turn on the screen.

All the news is filled with 

horror and agony.

Their pain exceeds 

the ink in our pens.

I wonder whether there’s an end 

to this tragedy.

If the path one walks 

is supposed to have thorns.

Why are some met with pelted thunderstorms?

Why is injustice layered only on a 

A few selected individuals.

Why is equality so scarce?

In a world where democracy is the ultimate right.