In predictable peril
Be now my world,
Made fatally ill
By apathetic ogres
Who covet excess,
To feed their power,
For want of posses,
Thus be man’s state
In a world gone to hell,
Yet ignores its fate
And chooses not tell,
We’re destined endure
A moribund dwell,
Tho once vibrant world
Now exists in unsure,
As man deaf and demur
Tends cause damage afar,
While ecological cure
Be word fix he holds thin,
Save its echo he knows
Whirls in ne’er ending spin!
We followed heroes
That weren’t,
They who sent boys
In their stead
To get burnt,
Maimed, lamed
Or wretchedly dead…
We follow cowards,
Who professed
To undo the mess,
Of affluent power
Held un-confessed,
Orchestrators
Of partisan-fests,
Only to find
They heroed us blind,
To pocket what’s yours
And what’s mine…
Yet we the naive
Follow heroes that aren’t,
Who cause us grieve,
The while charade
Fixing the morrows,
To incarnate their masquerade!
One ceases wonder
What might hold sway,
On yet reached state
Gone beyond late,
Would set us free
In time be rid of hate,
To not play race
Nor creed or faith,
Means embrace bait,
Preached by man dubious
In a dogmatic place,
In grips now held as bold
Where power so extols,
Man would find to call fate!
ode, to the overpowered by hate,
the world over…
In hominidae space
Of sparse afford,
Be left less place
Can’t be ignored,
For wants embrace
Held forces deviate,
We’ve urgent need
To hastily obviate,
These lowly varlets
Who hungrily wait,
At sensitive orifices,
To venture penetrate
And vitiate the space!
In the dark
Of man’s mind,
‘Tis said resides
In cerebrum,
A wily bide
Thus callous side
Of invidious will,
Whose bent intends
A motivating state,
To but assimilate
Subconsciousness,
The while subduing
Resistance whole,
Hence to create
A nest hegemony
Of nefarious control,
For social leaders
Who puppeteer
Said fellow earthling,
Kept in the dark
Of their inhuman minds!
Poetry on a Canapé 