Reflecting on It

Some people just don't get it.
It might be the death of us all
So we better get used to it.

Writers attempt to describe it and
Musicians claim they feel it.
Critics will pick it apart
While the courts put a price on it.
Thieves conspire to steal it but
Then dictators only kill for it.
Many have become sick from it and
They never saw it coming.
It was on the six o'clock news.
Governments tax it, then deny it.
I almost lost my faith because of it
But I found it in an old book.
It is written. That's what it said.

There! It's all behind us now.
I admit it, although it's hard,
Sometimes, I just don't get it either.

T. LaVigne