Diagnosis: Our Restless World Poem by Richard St. Clair

What goes on in anybody's mind
Is beyond my searching probing intellect;
How some, inspired, can noble words inflect
While rabble in their acts of hate are blind.
For all too many rage is their old saw,
Driven by merciless and bizarre creeds
That fuel and drive their merciless misdeeds
While others comfortably sit and jaw.
A world of opposites we truly live in,
A mix of fragrant hope and bitter grief,
A planet of extremities of belief
Where men's deluding axioms are given.
With tears I rue this baleful surreality
Where woke words too late take root in mentality.