I wait for peace
Despite discord,
Eager to reach
Warless afford,
A pact to cease
The overboard,
Of man’s fixate
In a greed state,
While anxious
In fear I await,
The price to pay
For callous ear,
Ignored of way
To render clear,
We left behind
Chances galore,
Of unused time
To amend score,
Waiting for peace
To accentuate life,
In lieu of wanton abuse
And man’s warring rife,
He plays peace as a perfidious ruse!
‘Tis gathering storm
Of man said human,
Rendered deformed
By duplicitous demon,
Though given be life
As a privileged plus,
Man soon found ways
To turn planet to dust,
Where child eventual
May survive only just,
Thus so but the telling
He’d bow to fate’s say,
Fixed by man’s doing
In orchestrated play,
Distorting life journey
In a world gone astray,
Held to flee or to stand
On a predestined bane,
Of his narcissistic plan
In a gathering storm,
That has run out of rain!
begs find contradiction in time…!
Poetry on a Canapé 