Wouldst thou allow
A man succumb,
To inhuman anguish
And suffer numb,
In state diminished
Fellowman forsaken,
Yet detectable signs
Of viable resolve,
Remain ignored
By we of mind above…
Whom have we become,
Who chose be indifferent
To inhuman anguish!
ode to man’s evolution gone amiss…
Years ahead to come
Ought give a choice,
More so than some
Rushed thru past life,
Without it lend a voice
To moderate the pace,
Blind so to fleeting time
Was forever on the run,
In its sad habitual chase
Of accepted rush to wait,
Living in a moribund way
As tho life be but sorry gift,
Akin to an indifferent kiss!
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
Woefully silent
Lonely people,
Find endure
A disconnection,
Said hollow place
Seclusion levies,
While awaiting
The carelessness,
Of indifferent gods!
Poetry on a Canapé 