It’s a jungle out there

The bridge appears to be straight and smooth

but fear sloshes in my belly turning my legs to jelly

trepidation makes my heart race for it’s a jungle out there

hatred and violence roam free

baring their vicious fangs and growl in a stentorian roar

misplaced pride turns a snooty nose at reason

crazed look on every twisted face

blood on each hand and the smell of burning flesh

yet the call is so invidiously beguiling

I salivate at the mere thought of that power

teetering at the edge of insanity

lured by the promised bounty of righted wrongs

but I recover from the transient transgress

with sanity sharply knocking me down

eyes with hope serving as a beacon

Let there be storms of paranoia all around

it may seem like a daydream but is a heartfelt desire

that peace with its winsome ways will eventually win

human will not another human butcher

the arc of fear will not be allowed to persist

time will have to change its course

for humanity to finally prevail.