Touched
Touched
I am amazed at the ignorance of people,
It starts so sublimely – festered in youth
Festered in our young infants from
The moment they are born
And it’s not about God for while
You’re pontificating your procrastinating
To deny yourself the truth,
It’s about exacting the power
That you yearn for,
The power you adore
But hurt others for
And it’s no good,
No good,
No good deceiving yourself
And others for the sake
Of claiming higher ground.
We are here, all one
All one sharing a globe that
Seems decaying in our youthful
Days of impiety and greed
And for every man who states the case
And has the strength to try
To wake you to the staleness that’s man,
There’s a thousand pulling him down.
We seem to have lost the love
For one another as communication –
Getting better only serves to confirm
The hate we have for what we have
Become and here we are
Yet again prospecting for heavens gold
Gold that will never be achieved
While killing each that breathes for points
Of view dated out of time.
The Middle East is waking
Flexing justifying contortions of how
They have been duped by politics
Dictatorship and worst of all the West
For time ago we stood for something blessed
But this day it’s the Dollar and the Pound,
The Mark, the Yen and do you think
That Heaven sent the Angels that
Exist would crown you for a King
While sitting neat upon thrones of avarice
As others starve in Africa and Asia –
A Death before they’ve lived.
It’s all here with all coming to play,
Play like animal in combat zones
Killing brothers for the colour of their skin
Or basis of religion and we know
We know it’s keeping the colour
Of your money green and tidy as hiding
Behind the headlines are the money men
With bigotry and keep the kettle boiling
For the Police who’ll soon to visit you
And despatch news of another Hero’s death,
Your son, your daughter.
It’s all here
It’s all here
While sweating are the casualties
Wondering if they’ve led a justified life,
And blaming drugs is not the answer when
They let through just enough to keep the people
Sweet,
Oh the rankness of this paradise
Gone sour.
Can our Muslim brothers extend the hand
Of friendship to what is left of The West?
Can the columnists be honest in their beliefs
After being dirtied in the sixties?
Can people still be mobilized
To feed the die-ing still in Africa
With a thousand charity shops
For business but you have
Little in the way of pence?
Can big business create
A policy of trust when buying
Politicians?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
There are things you should know
About many on this globe
But in the past they’ve kept
Their vision under wraps,
Paradise was here within the world,
So much envied - entities
From far away paid visit,
But were sorrowful of the
Ways we treat each other,
They paid visit, some to warn
Some to admire the leaps that
We had made,
But taking stock they knew
The Stars were not yet for man
Who still in infancy craves
A kill for power,
They knew the sorrow deep within
The hearts of many
Who’d been taken down as
Foe from only very young
And they cried the tears
That oiled The Chariots of The Gods,
They took insight
In the mechanisms
And realised
The fraudulence of Earth
For from a distant moon
It’s beauty is a charlatan,
And they dared not venture too
Long on the ground.
They had been seen and witnessed,
They had been received,
But man was too tarnished for
Their world.
Stay awhile,
And witness the visions that were
Promised,
Stay awhile and hear the hope
We had become before
The game was routed out
For falsehoods and collusion;
And know we let each other down.
There are still good people that walk
This world,
There are still those who do not
Want we lose this race,
But before we go still
Further into unknowns
The galaxy can offer,
We need throw away the disputes
Of Old,
Forgive each others
Indoctrinations of genocide,
Lay to rest the demons of
The past,
Spend a while in
Friendship,
Rebuild and conquer
Nothing more,
Than the
Naivety we have,
And let the ghosts go home.
(……………………………………………………)!
Michael J Waite 4th November 2011.
