118 ~ Tune Of Living Poem by stan pelfrey

I see it in the distance,
it's a place of peace,
hard to reach from where I stand,
in a booming warful land.

Sounds are of a terrifying sort,
that cause fear deep in minds.
Racial slurs and violent words,
Are all that can be heard.

The sights can make eyes go blind
from constant aggravation.
But, you see it everywhere you go,
And soon becomes all you know.

Can we turn it all around?
Change things to better ways,
Or are we stuck on this groove
Like the way a record
skip-plays, Cr-plays, Cr-plays?

Stop! Turn it off!
Go to the beginning.
Put the needle down!
And change the
tune of living.

Things are complex,
they're getting worse everyday.
People's opinions are different,
but they're subject for change.

Society's problems are leaking,
finding their way to streams.
Streams of nature and conscious,
killing off habitats and dreams.

Our world is so confusing,
when everyone's a hypocrite.
Wouldn't it be nice for once,
if others did not oppose difference.

Is this the fate for the rest of life?
Continuing the same habitual ways,
Are we stuck in this groove
Like the way a record
skip-plays, Cr-plays, Cr-plays?

Stop! Turn it off!
Go to the beginning.
Put the needle down!
And change the tune of living.