like cats with endless lives
human history isn’t about to change
course anytime soon
the underground is rising again
and the unrest is unstoppable
at least into the foreseeable
everywhere hearts are breaking
shred to pieces from so many angles
mother nature
bad politics
random and not so random acts of violence
organized crime
and disorganized war
vendettas never die
they just get tossed to the next
generation like a hot potato
and while sometimes they get buried deep
they can’t stay underground forever
all the while the sun keeps rising from the east
giving us second chances
july two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Thank goodness for that final couplet – I was about to weep with despair.
I keep telling myself there must be a brighter tomorrow. I sure hope so.