Don't Wash Your Windows

In my chair
Relaxing
Peace and tranquility
They surround me
Soft music
Eases my mind
Into fond memories
Of my life
And
Family
Photos on the wall
Bring them close
Though they are grown
And away


The days light is failing
Yet it still seems early
The windows
They're dirty


Cleaned
The light
Again shines through


Standing gazing outside
Children fighting
Their parents
Cursing each other
Police cars arriving
Crime
War
Senseless killings
Of innocent people

Why did I ever wash that window