Says man in every land
And I hunt and I kill,
So often, at will
Causing pain and chagrin
Using Evil as thrill,
Causing mistrust and chill,
Bitter footprints in the sand.
Of what nature do we come
That we’re still
Such rotten scum,
After millions we have killed?
I cannot understand
That the Hand
That’s used to save
Is the Hand
That could someday
Also be used, to kill…..
Feel,Within the heart,The dearest warmthThat ever was,Transporting us,From emptiness,To everlastingHappiness,Heavenly blessed.
Life slides away,Anyway,And so doThe loveless daysOf far fetched dreamsNever retrieved.Love, so far away,Was never to be foundNever, would it beEmbraced,By destiny,Life scantily lived,Hardly receivedInsufficiently,Achieved,For without loveWe are nothing,A fallen, Autumn leaf,That has committedSuicide,Out of Wintery grief.
Some see it as milk and honey,Others just as a possession.
But did so much bad!What makes man, the Monster he is,Partly good but mostly bad.
The faceless Elephants,That never speak,The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,That make their cars go round and round,I hear the Crack! of Master’s whip,He thinks he’s really very hip,And we go down, and down we Go,Into the Hell, we yet not know!
That is why we have to scheme,And plan our own infinity.
