I am sad right now. I am angry too.
Tell me, are these irrational emotions
to be hearing loud, to be going through
when we’re all just drops in the ocean?
Still
Sickness gets in there, reaches body’s mind
and releases sensitive notions
like you’re less than more, or I’m first in line,
or any pain can only be cured by potions.
Still
We keep popping pills. We keep stocking guns.
We keep staying up way past our fate.
We learn nothing new, we question nothing wrong,
we decide to not let it relate.
Still
We have time to love and to share, (repeat)
and to stand up for what we will.
To breathe on our own is a state of need.
One day fighting won’t be real.
Still
Till the moment’s right and the anger’s gone
and we finally feel fulfilled
to say fighting and dying or staying in hiding
shall be replaced by calm that is still.
Black Lips Poetry 
These understandings need to be expressed. Please keep posting. You are a lovely poet. My favorite line, “We keep staying up way past our fate.” YES!