The Words

It rages here and rages there,
around the world, without a care.
When coming and going, there is no plan
only life itself seems less than grand.
What am I to you and yours?
The question asked is far from known.
Who and what and why and where,
are often left for those who care.
Is there care for those who suffer?
Only they may know and create a buffer.
For in the mind they do abound,
the road less traveled is often found.
We are told to stop and think;
more often than not we only sink.
Around the world, they will fly
Raging, killing, yet few will die.
Can we stop them, do we care?
Thinking of those in despair?
When our words bring us down;
We in turn become the clown.
We need to look at who we are,
Instead of others who are far.
Praise is worthy of our time.
Hate and anger we must bind.
Heaven help us in our quest...
Remember always to speak the best!