Will It?

Will It?

Yes my friends, tis another year.

Another sign of maturity.

And questions run galore in my head.

Will it be another year?

Will it be filled with the same hatred?

Will it have the bloodshed of the year past?

Will it still be resolved to be better and yet not?

Will it be full of apprehensions and inhibitions?

Will it be overflowing with disgust for less privileged?

Will it be with news of planes missing?

Will it be with school children massacred? 

Will it be another without thought?

Will it be a year of intolerance like before?

Will it be you and I a pococurante?

Will it be I writing another the year next?

Will it be you and I ameliorant?
Will it be her and I? 

Will it be, like it should, a year submissive to God?