Just Another Ode To Be Ignored

 

 

I’m not much of a poet me!

You can tell by the way I’m ignored

And don’t write the petty romantics

Of those with their heads in the clouds,

I ain’t too bothered about whom

Gave the first look of sleaze over

A cheap chardonnay,

Bought from

The supermarket,

     and

I am done with pathetic fallacy

Of how the autumn looks olive and drab

For, the autumn may no longer

Come as we know,

 

     I am sat at home –

A disabled man,

Who tries to carry on like

I don’t give a damn,

But in truth,

I see a world full of hate

Quaking in on itself!

 

     I have said it before,

But only the few are awake

To the gut rot now

Causing societies fails,

No-one seems to have learned

The lessons,

No-one seems apparent

In asking out WHY?

No-one is challenging

The deceit of us all

But each claim we’ll all pull

Through,

     All around,

I’m reading reports

Of the Globe at its end,

And I admit, even this soldiers

A very scared man,

 

     For

I have children who dream

Of tomorrows,

I have children whom soon

May never feed,

I am one of many

Who want a world

For my family,

But the way we are going

Signals only the loss.

 

Have you ever witnessed

A pack of dogs,

Have you seen them

Turn on each other

When the food is low,

Have you seen them kill

Upon madness

For that,

Is now what the world

Seems to do,

     We’re all kicking off

Looking at each for someone

To blame,

And the government rubs

Salt on the wound,

We’re lacking in leadership

While the Globe

Is slowly destroyed

And you’re still writing

Semantics like a naïve child,

 

I ain’t much of a poet,

Thank God for that,

And even though I have tried

Many just laugh,

     For

The contradictions are plenty

But one things for sure,

There’s a truth in this sorrow

For the ends of the world,

 

People have died this winter,

People are die-ing this spring,

The catastrophes are getting

Closer together,

While man drifts further apart,

The contradictions are many

As we die on this Earth,

For we live within

An abundance of life,

When death stalks everyone’s heart.

 

And the maddening before a great cull

Will catch everyone running

From their own selfish guilt,

As we all state within the fallacy of self,

It wasn’t,

My fault.

 

Michael J Waite 1^st April 2013.