Ice Cold In Shallow Waters
Ice Cold in Shallow Waters
We live in a discordant world
Where metaphors of peace,
Battle daily with analogies of war!
In every man and woman tempests rage,
While considering daily their norms,
(norms that make all;
Actors and players on stages
Of rhetoric,
And honesty only
A periodical form).
The oligarchs of power
Sit sternly in towers of steel,
And their iron filings of tears
They bleed from their eyes
When one of their creed,
Submits a conclusion – the pain
That they wield is too fast;
Fall vacant as space without life.
Their cast iron purpose
They believe to be truth,
Couldn’t be further from the
Human we are,
And their abuse masquerades
Under excuses of discipline;-
Each story of ‘O’ just a child.
And no-one explains the
Concept of pain to this child,
‘that,’ passed on behaviour by
Lord to disciple, and the bribe of
A cheap after-life.
Their rock iron hearts!
Their rock iron hearts of oppression,
Evoke little in confidence from we,
And failing the imagery of faiths machinations,
Is just how on Earth ‘we’ be free?
Labouring logic are the mediums
Mining the all changed to open caste hearts,
And distance is infinite once more,
And diapers are full from all ‘we’
Have swallowed;
Choking as children from pyres
Of innocents, victims of conscience no more.
No judge sitting high
With his justified mind,
Can explain to this life any depth
Can say with sincerity,
What sufferance means to a child,
Sitting there cold the duality
That’s offered;
Excusing as feeble every impassioned
A heart.
A being on high disregarding phenomena,
Empirical studies misguiding his truth;
Setting lonely each heart,
That shows self respect,
Sentencing isolation,-
His life to its death.
Michael J Waite 25th June 2010.
