“ Of Skeptics ” ~ cryptic seed ~

‘Tis but the hand
Of skeptics,
Would impart
Their cryptic seed,
That germinates
Its sorry feed,
Said instigates
Worn pessimism,
While in the face
Of man’s betrayal,
Stirs cynics wide
That so impedes
Ones trust naïve,
Thus to deride
Man’s consciousness
Of earth’s demise,
Who callous to amends
Suffers life’s fleeting bide!

“ The Dark Side ” ~ of man ~

Of man we hoped
While we ignored,
The dark side
Of this being,
Thus would suffer
His betrayal,
Whilst he misused
Our naïve trust,
Hence so bestowed
He’d fail be worthy,
Held higher mortal…

Granitic he levels neath
The surface of intent,
An immoral creature
Of life form pitiable,
That but abuses
The innocent beguiled,
Fellow mortals
Who for the while
Find this being,
A peerless creature
Chosen to elect as leader,
To blindly go on trusting!

“ Cynicism ” ~ a political legacy ~

 

‘Tis but the hand

Of skepticism,

Politicos impart

The cryptic seed,

Which germinates

Its sorry feed

That instigates

Such pessimism,

While in the face

Of their betrayal

Cynicism flies,

To force impede

Inertia’s deed,

Chose let slide

Our trust naïve,

Turns to deride

Their legacy,

Now earth’s peril 

Would see it turn

To lifeless dust,

Before the end

Of meager ride

Life did provide!