As he rampages through time, oblivious of the devil.
Vaporising the last drop of tears
While drilling into mother earth’s ears.
But he, insatiable in his sinful thirst
Lets riots in his kingdom burst.
Starts war at the drop a hat, spilling blood like wine out of a vat.
Poor dumb animals are used for sports,
Their shrieks and cries dying in their throats.
Man has always been like this
Ignorant and callous in his cruel bliss.
Under a pale sky, in torn shifts run vagrant kids-
An agony of helplessness in their midst.
Like morning-coffee, which has no sweetness or stimulation
Each day bringing bitterness and desolation.
People in shacks built on quicksand
With no semblance of hope at hand.
Paintings of life roughly drawn,
Showing lines of pain instead of brawn.
When the unfortunates extend a bowl
For a kind deed from a helping soul,
You exit leaving scores of pleading eyes
In frail bodies…..silently weeping.
But can you deny
that those heart-breaking departures
are the ones you see day and night, night and day
when you live and when you die?
Angels play on broken fiddles
Muted sorrows as they churn out those…
Burning suns and hard-hearted sons
Kinsfolk who might be both feckless and faithless
Hatred lurks in unstable disguise
Mankind fated to die
Like Leaves, they fall
Crumbled out under generations
Construct mazes of nations,
Dying and screaming
Crumbling and vanishing into the dust,
like dry leaves….
Born from dust and into dust
Ending as they began