Open the Doors

People. People screwing
People. Sometimes it seems
There’s no other horrors

In the world. Tornados
And earthquakes kill people,
But even then people

Who corrupted people
Seem to have played key roles
That made each disaster

Worse. Possibly people,
Collectively people,
Are firing up all storms,

Adding more fires to floods.
All the killing machines,
Bombs, and poisons are meant

By people for people
To use against people.
Sometimes it’s a wonder

There are any people,
Or so many people,
But moment by moment,

Despite all the dying,
There’s only more people
Showing people the door.