Charmed and Dying

 

     I am reaching a very sad conclusion,

This place we spill blood,

This place we eat the flesh

     Of ‘others,’

This place we incarcerate

The good and glorify the bad;

Be a place not unlike

A Hell we all fear,

     And yet,

We’re living it

Never fully understanding

Why existence be this way!

 

We don’t realize because,

We’re looking through life

Like beings trapped in tunnels

With only one way out,

     Like rounds spent

With no way to stop

The aim and rifling from

Finding its target,

We’re not necessarily

Pulling the trigger,

We’re just here,

Doing what we can

While there are those

Who think themselves bigger.

 

     Too many,

Just too many innocents

Have gone down,

Too many innocents

And these be sad times

For those who are charmed,

Sad times because,

The caring has stopped,

All roads to recovery blocked

By callous Gods,

 

     I sit,

Humble in my home,

Leanings of ventures

I know will never come

To fruition,

Having been

Tortured,

And I cannot wait to die,

Cannot wait

To spit in Gods eye

For all the blessings he gave,

For everything I’ve known

Has been tarnished and taken,

And as humans,

The majority – forsaken.

 

It is a dire set of monsters

Clinging on to old ways,

For the monstrous intent

Be all theirs,

And being honest,

I think they are

Extremely stupid

In the treatments

They purvey,

Because as more

And more innocents

Are sent,

There’ll be less light

And no more days,

Just floods

In tears for the question;

     Why?

 

Michael J Waite 11th February 2014.