We Live, We Die

We live. We die. Some ask just how and why
This world exists. Some want the apple pie
Their mother made. How did our D N A
Begin? In space, after a bang? At bay,
Keep your science. There is a God!? I cry

For lack of proof, the need for faith. Oh My!
A terror grips our land. Some fight. Some sigh,
“Moderate ones must surely be okay?”
We live. We die.

The Boston race, Hasan’s Fort Hood, and, by
The by, a Paris evening, shooters fly
Around the streets to kill the future days
Of happy people not aligned their way!
We now buy guns, no more will we be shy!
We live. We die.