Not Enough

Desolation and despair Color red the atmosphere Gunshots and screams the symphony The background changes With every day What does it matter anyway? Gray headstones or bloodied field Backyard or School playground, The enemy will never yield. Too many demons, I long to shout, Call to heaven, Angels will help us out! But one answers from Above The worlds problems are too much, There aren't enough angels. The saying then is all too true- We are born of many things, but only violence shows enough.