‘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!
Know requite be
For said unfair,
Who thus so rule,
To take from they
The frail to fool,
And without care
Discount despair…
Thus be requital
For miscreants,
Of callous ways
Sets time await,
They so will live
To find a fated day!
I can but agonize
To suffer hear,
The hue and cry
Of ill-fated fear,
Held to defeat
Alas for naught,
By callous minds
Who would deny,
One having sought
Humane recognition,
In effort to attain
For animate self,
Yet made bear pain
While greed feigns blind,
To disperse its stain
From ill gotten gain,
Issue of man inhumane!
I see images
Of inimicalness,
Worrying
With purpose,
Of goading
Submissions
From humans
Too worn,
Exuding despair
Exacted upon
By greedy design,
In a situate
Beyond unkind,
While exploiting
Denies insouciant,
As they shape
Fellowman’s fate,
To thus so fit
A callous world pit,
Leaving behind
Obscured of hope
Beings of a kind,
Who shan’t survive
In a failed world
All but gone blind,
To bankers and brokers
And political jokers,
With their greedy designs!
