The Cauldron

 

We inhabit a cauldron of confusion

in an inexplicable existence

where bewilderment reigns supreme

We are but empty vessels

tossed about on a turbulent ocean

the land in sight is barren and foreboding

The wounded cry out as sirens in their warning

but their suffering goes unheeded

yea ignored

The bells of Christendom and the call

of the minarets offer little consolation

Dictators survive and act with impunity

as prehistoric monsters who are unasssailable

At birth we enter an unchartered jungle

often caught in the entrails of life

We struggle through a quagmire where

joy and misery become as cyclical as 

day and night

In the dark of night fearful we retreat

into the safety of our habitation

At day break with trepidation

we re enter the fray as frightened animals

routinely herded both in and out

We witness beauty and ugliness

in the scope of one day as if

painting a canvas in two colours

No clarity of purpose or reason exists

The cauldron has us in its grip