Friday, March 24, 2006
The human desire sickens
As with each leaf removed
The roots wither and wash away
Human compassion lacks faith
Society crumbles, slides away to degeneration
These are words often said, often misunderstood
Wherein once a brother can be brother
A sister, a mother, father and child
Now they frankly uncare, of the boy called as enemy combatant
The thoughts are jumbled, static clear
Society mirrors a fog, as politicians lie and media corrupts
Accused of apathy, we sit here and stare, are we any better
Are you my enemy
You from across the street
Across my season borders, you my child, my living whim
The human desire weakens
As with each branch removed
The roots turn to ash, burnt from conditions spiraling into abyss
Compassion is removed from subjectivity
It is cold hard blank, a disk within network
Eating into tendrils like a vermined disease
With a spat, does your heart lightened
As green pass into your hands
Is your night so free of thoughts as you watch them hurl them away
Is it worth so much
Do you know their names
As long as they are not you, does it matter as much
Living child, I watched as your bones turn grey
Your hands slim and slender as the bars across your face
Living child, because of many miles, I'm calling you one of them
I no longer care you do not speak
Nor of the voices clamoring deep within
Silence is washable, as are my hands deeply red
We are not the ones strapped with explosives
We are not the ones holding knives
We are not the ones choking you with your eyes blinded
Thus delusion works firmly with beliefs
To tell the truth, ignorance is bliss
Surely that is all truth for it is better we are not plagued by self doubt
So much confusion, violations galore
Simple words, held with much conviction
Hear the anger tempering beneath?
The world sickens
Pathetically crude
They no longer care, so why should we.
Mused by Sukunami Taka around 12:31 AM
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