The Resolution

The noise was loud, more than one of a gun
    as the world is pierced by the arrows of the sun.
No one but everyone is aware of the evil that was spun
    and they know to do nothing but turn around and run.


A melancholy wind races across the land
    yet their cowardly fear prevents them from lending a hand.
Too ignorant to stop, too scared to stand
    they scamper helplessly from the disaster that was planned.


People across the world sit, unaware of our blunder
    they can only hear the eerie sound of the thunder.
The rich stay on top, and the poor are left under.
    and the world can do nothing but curiously wonder...