Scores of souls crawling tormented begging for a righteous end with a fortuitous future.
The only hope of freedom drawn out of the dream from a bloody leaking suture.
Corruption in the air, everywhere around
ghouls of evil leeches dwelling in the ground
a small group born to travel disregarding law
follow the messy trails of shit, ever forging war
tiny cracks of road ahead beg what is it for?
Masters of deception in thousands pound suits
over zealous greed deception of the poor
thousands of the elderly, murdered by the score
move them to the danger zone
show them what it’s for
balance the books, money under the mattress
society destructively broken, confusion in its wake
hear the thunder roar, feel the ground shake
hurt yourself again to feel if your awake
EPILOGUE
Just an idea to give the few people who read my eye burning poetry, I wake each morning to face another day, hard to do but everyone has to do it.
I am living in what I feel is a wonderful world with the nature of gods earth.
although I am too sensitive for this living, I have unfortunately experienced the worst of people and seen the best but very few times. I am disturbed by war and greed, I am hurt by what I read in the newspaper of children being hurt and elderly mistreated, I am angry by the corruption of politicians, just one decision can alter or destroy so many lives, also the treatment of people less well off or unemployed how can society care so little?.
I cannot change what has become and it doesn’t get any better, perhaps why I live my life with depression, I love it when the sun shines but I cannot feel the happiness it brings, I don’t want to live but I don’t want to die. I write to deal with this disturbance.
I live in hope this will change and pray suffering is less for all. I am a working man and always have been, I show no contempt for those that have done well or those that have tried but no one has helped them be the person they would like to be, in my experience one cannot always achieve alone!
Be good to each other and remember everyone needs love, if it means hurting someone to forge ahead then don’t do it. ‘Be kind while you climb’
Take care
Regards
Pat