It Hurts

It hurts to be good, sometimes, because there is so much mindless anger put on display.
Are we as a whole, coming from a referential axis of mindless emotional turmoil; driven by extremes
of crisis such that killing becomes random.
I argue,the other way round.
Random or trysts with sky or space is a feature of love
or for fact not in the sphere of gun toting or gas smearing
rouges
who were never born in the first place
are dull images of hazy deeds
and still not comprehending
nothing.

Love happens in groups
killing perhaps in countless ways
and yet free thought or right of Knowledge
fair and engaging is only held under
the banner of Literary Pursuits.

Hobbies in Alternative Culture,free-reading, rectangular and prismatic thinking are some areas which
are domains of Love.

It hurts to read this time frame
which shows some people
are shadows of none.