On a spiritual hold
Borne of believers
By traditional bold,
Be of meagre ethics
Held mystic of old,
Suggests invocation,
Said for nonbeliever
Be an offer of thanks,
In words that declare
An ever sober prayer…
Hence has us wonder
If sufficient be there,
Despite mans despair
For life giving water,
And breathable air!
They’ve left us
In the lurch,
Sitting on a perch
Lost and unaware
We who were alert,
Once of human trait
Fashioned so to care,
Said analogous of gait
Now beings in despair
On this planet earth,
When man paid a visit
He bled it dry of worth,
Utterly indifferent
Of once fertile play,
A likened spent search
Holds sanity in wait,
While sitting on a perch!
a consequence of indifference
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’ve need to know
This side of fair
If I’ve been so,
With whom
I’ve shared,
Varied aspects
Of a life dared…
Imperfect choices
With answers few,
Wants judge fair
Existent struggles,
Eliciting despair…
I want to know
Without proviso
For weighing so,
Accountability
I’ve sided just,
And beyond shades
Of laudable dust
For honourable place,
This side of fair!
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!
There are opinions
We can but doubt
What matter lives,
In a dissonant mind,
To evoke positive
Cognitive finds,
Would imply hold
Utilitarian encephalon,
In an oracular head
Brimming with inanity
And social indifference,
Who sadly compose
With cerebrum limits
Of dubious matter,
Spawn of lesser species
That of political venality,
Who offers but despair
To present century fare!
I see abandoned
Expressing empty
From ill fortune,
As despair stocks
To suffer grief
Upon the living
Life betrays,
Imposed on minds
In broken bodies
Of beings obscure,
Forced to endure
A life mundane…
Thus so ignored
Our lesser beings,
Excluded people
Inhabit shadows,
Yet reach in vain
To ease the strain,
Alas for naught
As they’ve no place
In this ruthless race,
Of abandoned humans
In a world inhuman!
Poetry on a Canapé 