Concentration
Concentration
I am like you!
Breathing the same air
And walking the same ball
As they, tolerating this
Poor existence -
While destroying everything;
The monsters play,
And God save me from
Their cliché,
Let not future
History be written
As heresy for
We all change
The nearer personal
Outcomes we become.
Life be a - forever puzzle
As the multitudes
Continue to suffer
The barbarity of the few,
And it’s not just
The provocation of peoples;
It is outlandish and perverse
To keep what we know
To be the right choice for ‘life’ –
Set firmly in denial.
Now,
There be little hope
For humanity to build
The Utopia we know
We could achieve,
But what else could it be?
With history written upon
The dead bodies of so many;
What else would you – expect -
Living within this world?
No matter how hard
We try,
It can never be rewritten,
Truth, be a power
That succumbs all,
An eternal conflict
Until we let go – the falsehoods
That split the mind,
The sanity of man
And,
We could be dying,
Our crying reflecting lost efforts
To regain what was broken,
For as trees let leaves fall -
Man must one day
Prepare His own end,
That time; might be the
Present we never live
As we strive the future
While one foot remains
Tethered in the past.
My chin points down,
My head stooped in sad recognition -
‘We’ didn’t deserve what was given,
And I am prepared,
Glad I served –
Had none of power
At all,
For I am not
Proud of this race,
Not proud of blood spilt
And the denial of -
The natural growth of children,
For we cripple all innocence
And place the resulting
Victim on display
And it’s hate that drives us on.
The leaves provide nutrients
For new growth,
But as long as Man exists
New life will always die,
And ‘they’ take just what
They need while we bleed
Everything that lives;
And as the neglected babe
Cries his lonely heart,
I’ll not lie upon
The cessation of my being,
But plead my memories;
Fade!
Michael J Waite 14th January 2016.