Hell's cul de sac

 

In hell's cul de sac there is no turning back,

as we become pawns on a chess board of white and black.

The thunderous sky sheds no rain,

with relentless attacks to drive us insane.

We live in a concrete cemetry with the unburied,

as we are clad in rags which are sullied.

Those we loved and cherished now have no tomorrow,

hungry and weary I no longer bother.

We shuffle around with no where to march,

perhaps my future in this place is a farce.

We live in a cage like docile animals,

without food we might become cannibals.

Surrounded by barbed wire and the sea,

there is no opening for us to be free.

As the world sits in comfort, 

uncaringly curious about our peril in a desert.

Damn I cry aloud against this injustice,

our homes have long gone and we are penniless.

My only consolation is this wilderness of chaos

is that God above sees all that ails us.