“ 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!

“ 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!