Utility of War;  360 Degrees of Conflict

 

 

Bold is man,

Staking claims to life

He can never understand,

When he’s done,

The curtains will draw back,

Reveal - chastisement of

Offences the senses

Only had the fleeting hint

To recognise.

 

Older still the fables –

He’ll never teach,

For the preach,

Is never taken

Seriously for,

     We are duped!

We all are duped

While the camera’s role –

Persistence by the architects

That,

That,

Judge too freely

Upon whims they

Never really fancied.

 

Deconstruction falls above,

Yet, I find myself

Perhaps a mortal in this realm

While the architects sit pretty

And yes, they have my pity

For whom they really be,

What they have done

Unto the Earth,

And the state we are.

 

God like,

Has no favour here,

Not while he be a utility of war,

And though it never should

Have passed that we kill

For preaching sake,

The hate we have become

Will justify our death,

And there,

There is my pity

For all the architects loss,

A loss they’ll keep a secret

Not wanting salvation -

From the universe.

 

Man is born

Man is dead!

Humanity still born

Within the womb of

Mother Earth,

And say,

We may never leave,

Never leave while conscience

Tells the evidence

Or architectural brutality,

     And pleased, be only

Those that discriminate

Their own designs,

     We can all be blind

And carry on the madness,

All be blind – ignore the silent

Viewpoints the vantage of the gods,

We can all be born forevermore

Just to bear full witness,

But the truth within

This world, the many

Don’t want for here again,

Not while killing and corruption

Be the sport of higher states

And grace, be only

Gathered whence recognising,

This is not the sum of whom we are.

 

Michael J Waite 25^th October 2012