I’ve roamed
Far beyond Rome,
And in between
Sites that did mean
Recall one day,
What must be seen
To find their way
In minds held keen,
That musings stay
To hold the memory
Of insistent places,
Where one still hears
Echoes of the faceless,
In a world of tears
Where life soon passes,
With utter indifference
To their relentless fears…
The while I roam
Roads I have known,
Yet find them looking
For a road that has a home!
The face
You claim,
Burns now
Palpably lame,
In a scarlet state
Finds suffer blame,
With skin ablaze
Head bows in shame,
Thus so observed
Begs fool indifferent,
Holds look aflame
From face to face
In sun’s day feed,
Be a crimson place
That wants destroy,
Yet gives of life
Save when exceeds,
Man chooses fail to heed!
ode to an era’s ignorance
Of ill fated
Lesser beings,
Man ascribes
Their worth
Not seeming,
Thus exist
Of no concern,
Judged by ethics
Of indifference
You’ll discern,
Alas by who
Of consequence,
Chose not a dent
On their existence…
Look around
This be our world!
Poetry on a canapé 