Mathematics

 

 

This planet used to be my stomping ground

And I been seen in a few far out places

And like many I thought I knew the Lord,

Thought I knew it all with tales of sorrow

And tales of peoples whom many

Would never come to meet,

     And my eyes would sparkle with pride

Holding my weapon to dictators throats –

Glad for making a stand against a despotics will,

But now,

     I’m billed for my moments of honour,

The moments I treasured for all times sake,

And I’m not so far anymore,

Not so far but within a distance

The Guilty of Innocence know too well,

 

     This swelling of tears,

This heart-ache for knowing and preaching

While stealing all for their weaknesses

Are makers of hell,

These teachings mean nothing no more,

And I’m sitting it out,

Shouting it out but no more

No more no more for,

Only the devil be wise to man -

Who’ll state from the box

Reasons for change

While his innocence beckons his guilt –

And even the Pope who summoned his

Conscience knows the gig to be up!

     For we’re all complicit in varying ways,

We’re still stealing the African while

Dumping our waste on fertile lands,

We still go to war only now

We’re boasting of Hollywood

While children die,

We’re still feeding our gut

While skeletons roam

And no-one is particularly free,

We grumble at poverty while

The ‘Rich’ remain fearful

And live within silence

Their avarice days

And the Elephant and Rhino,

Lion and Tiger,

Orangatan and Ape

The birds the flora

And Oceans of wildlife,

Are all the sad victims

Of a World in Demise

     And Aye,

I used to know it all

As money kicks balls

To distract us all,

 

     We all like to think

We know what’s to be done,

We all like to think

We can change the world,

We all like to think if given

The chance,

    We could make the change

That society needs,

We all like to think

We’re inherently wise,

From prophet to poet,

Philosopher and Politic,

Doctor to soldier

And all upon this merry go round,

     Yet the wisest say nothing at all,

As the World with its sorrow

And ways of chastisement,

Wants not for the history of man,

As altruistic as some can be,

The flux remains constant,

Private and distant from humans

That claim incessant leanings

With meanings of Save

This behaviour riddles the Earth,

Behaviours of violence

That has taught nothing at all,

Behaviours of Conquest

Where each victor

Proclaims the new Crown!

 

In youth we know everything

And shout from the roofs,

In youth there is nothing to learn,

But as the years gallop by

And we realize our sorrow,

We know the wisest

Admit knowing nothing at all,

And the puzzle remains

Until your last day,

Until you know what that

Puzzle is saying,

And if you give it a chance,

If you listen within the ratio

Given to beings,

     You’ll know you have

Only one mouth,

Then you’re ears beg a question

From the ‘All’ that are hurt;

    Where is it,

And when is it,

Peace declares home for Man?

 

Michael J Waite 21^st February 2013.