The killing of Hope
Dark panorama,
Short cut rope.
Technical miracles,
Advance without end
And we, we go back
To our savage trend
Violence a pinnacle,
Red flowers bloom
Human understanding,
Hurled into doom.
The beautiful is ugly
The ugly is expressed,
In actions, in speeches
Of continual distress.
Mechanically savvy,
Humanly compressed,
An Ugly World,
Where feelings
Are not blessed.
Icicles are forming,
Icebergs show their crest
They’re our future Towers
Of Hopelessness.
Has no colorRace or nationality,It just feelsLove and Compassion,And Is,The best in us,All.
That all is weirdAnd out of line,Most things we really can’t explain,Our efforts being quite in vain,So we invent what we don’t knowFor some poor souls to think it’s so.
Your presence,Yet I see no face,Nor coming graceNor soul of lace,Yet, feelings raceAnd I think I know youFrom some distant place,Where Souls sometimes meetAs hearts beat, at a faster pace,Coming together,Even without ever,Being, face to face.
And yet, and even so,He was still able to create,Amazing, marvels,We are, without a doubtIncredible, Scoundrels.
Where you go and travel, why?Blowing here and whistling there,Like a soul in great despair,Causing havoc when too strong,Sweet and cool in summer morn,As you travel endlessly,Blowing so incessantly,What’s the purpose of it all?Wind that sings and travels tall.Wind one feels but cannot see,As it blows the waves at sea,Ships a trembling crazily,Wind so strong…
‘Beyond meat’Has made it so,After eatingWhat’s the next step?Where are we supposedTo go?To Heaven or to Hell,Concerning, That!I assure youNo one, yet!In this crazy WorldWhatever!Seems to definitely,Know…
