a Peace Corps Tanzania blog - corporal punishment is bad

I believe the world’s rivers and streams and seas
They have been filled by us.
The pain, the trauma, the never-ending drama of this thing called life.
Our tears never stop, 
Every second of everyday
Oh, I do believe even those tears your eyes won’t shed; 
Travel in the air to later condense

Why? The question with no answer
How? The answer always depressing
For the Who just look in the mirror
For we do this to ourselves
We humans, we kill our brothers, rape our sisters, beat our children

I believe the earth is rich with blood
Everyday we fertilize the ground
Then cry out in angst when the seeds of our labour fail to give root
To our hopes and dreams

When? Oh When will this cycle end
When will we realize if we all decided never to kill
We’d never lose a loved one to murder
If we never stole, we’d never be the victim of theft
If we never struck another, we’d never be struck
What are we doing to ourselves?

Where do our screams of grief go?
I believe they form the thunder.
Oh and it’s loud. Baby, it’s loud.