Abandoned
Abandoned
We are here,
A slight moment in the history of time
And as much as we preach
We cannot reach you,
Cannot understand the
Suffering that teaches us nothing
But - humiliation.
Again and again
Forever on our knees
Looking for answers
While each live life
We just don’t understand,
And demands to know truth
Are never told till anger,
Nothing but anger is left.
We are human beings!
But here like animal scowling at all
As illness and infirmity
Breaks every body,
Stakes through the heart
And cripples our conscience,
And still the ghosts of the living
Have nowhere to go,
Where now is The Earth
With three billion daughters,
And three billion son’s?
Her genitals are swelling,
Her mind feels like pick upon ice,
The loss of blood saps her strength,
The womb that has blessed is given over,
Taken over by vicious all clarity of pain,
For twenty-eight days at a time she
Can flow a fountain of red,
And often she wishes her death,
And she asks;
Where do the ghosts go,
When The Earth is Dead?
We have been here for
Thousands of years,
Fighting and killing,
Maiming and willing
Taught like monsters
All demands of war
And torn is the heart
That would rather extend a hand,
For friendship seems
Never no more, never
Was born from the creators
That ridiculed from the outset;
The ‘Being of Man.’
We talk to ourselves
In this Godless universe of souls,
And the more we realize
The more we are at sorrow
Where many would give back
The borrow of time,
Where are you?
While we sit like experiment
On a dwindling globe,
Where are you with your
Empirical knowledge
And psychic abuse,
Where are the creators - of
The Phenomena of Man?
I am beset by madness,
And my limbs are disjointed to
Reflect my mind,
My torso ravages with pain
Like glass,
And my brain continues
The battle against insanities tricks,
And I’m asking in despair
Whilst bringing my son’s,
Where do we go,
Where do we go when the planet is dead?
Michael J Waite 17th October 2011.
