The Echo Chamber

 

We live in an echo chamber

          often in a quandary of despair

A place where the doors of gas chambers

           are slammed shut

To the sound of screams as mothers hug

          their young

Dark days and times remain with us

          unabated

Past evils are reincarnated with prejudice

          a destructive force

Souls damaged by violence pass on their

          wounds to the young

Evil stands in most doorways to entice

          allure and seduce

Even those who walk with good hearts

          and care are ensnared

Pits are dug deep for the unsuspecting

          to fall into

Religions and society stifle personal freedom

           and distort true love

A mine field from birth to be encountered

          with skill to avoid disaster

This maelstrom must serve a purpose

          which lies hidden from our ken

Surely this life cannot be without a plan

          or bereft of control

Our only solace rests in faith

          not some organised flawed religion or cult

But an innate sense of being carried

          forward to another place

The unholy alliance of joy and suffering

          is cyclical and mysterious

The here and now is transitory 

          too painful to bear indefinitely

Many have gone before us to await our

          arrival as we cross over the threshold of death

A place, a dimension inconceiveable has been

          allocated and prepared

In the end the purpose will be revealed and fullfilled

          and we shall inhabit a place

          where no echos can be heard