Witless We

Who said that life was smooth?Like it or not,
the golden glove of God does not ensure
that good guys "win." Today, the snipers shot
a mom her kids and dog. Life has a cure,
called death. True: every person in the plot
will suffer wracking bouts with grievous pain
and loss; the weak, are apt to go insane.
What's more, an inner state of fog and fear
and lazy turn of mind begets a chump
just begging to be pummeled from the rear.
How to abate such endless thump and bump?
Rat out all co-signed mayhem: and then steer
to school, a book-room, or a teaching troupe
to elevate your barefoot nincompoop.