How normal are we?

Where can I run?For Sorrow,With its silent gun,Has even stolen,The light of the Sun.

Or an outdoor mat,Indifference sets in,A moody spat with yourself,Hardly reacts,Nothing seems to count,Except disillusionment,And you don’t want to accept,The realization that,Nothing or no one to love,Projects a transparent image,Of emptiness,That you can’t pick up.

And some of these in a Poem,May be the Loveliest ever heard!

Words together, very neat,Arrows pointing at the heart,Piercing swiftly from the start.

A tragedyWaiting to happen,Profit,From good momentsWhen you can,Cultivate,Love and BeautyLend a hand,After all,Those areThe blessingsThat in LifeCount and reallyReally, matter.

What is.What could have beenAnd what you want,To hide.

All of Life’s secretes,Just through their eyes.Poets are different,Planets apart,Ever so lonely,Right from the start.

Of countries and nations,A real bloody mess!These men without conscience,Have no interest,In helping the people,Not even in jest.The murderous scoundrels,That hound us to death,Are Beasts without feelings,That give us no rest.

And Control,The base,And violent feelingsThat considerationFor others,And all confidenceStole,Are just some of theDeplorable, DisgustingTools, used by thoseThat stop at nothingTo regain total power,And control,Calling themselves‘democrats’And all of us,Worthless fools!So be on guardAnd don’t forgetThat more often than not!Tyranny, does not askPermission,Nor at close doorsDoes it gently,Knock,So very oftenTyranny start at home.

And forked tongue,Not veil my thoughts and words,I want to be sincerely clear,Not ‘perfectly clear’, like the Riddle Makers,That so often are Political Fakers,The terrible dehumanized Joker,That at the table of life, plays Poker.I want to communicate, Clearly,Sincerely, with all the Truth,That can eliminate all falsehood,And History’s dark past.I want to be the torch,Not the…

Crumbling social walls appear,As Laws and Dignity disappear.The Common Good,A big joke!One step forward,Fifty backwards,Now, where do we go from here?Death and Dictatorship,Are so expanded in our spheres,Technological progress,Is certainly hereBut we remain, fossilized,In a state of semi-savageryNo longer deserving,The category of human race,For we still cultivate,The black fields of tepid hate.

To and Fro, Hither and Thither,The Present is alwaysWorse than the Past.Danger always, up ahead,Tyranny, shows it’s ugly head,Bad planning, Country bled,Can’t contain the tears,The yesteryears of song and fun,Are now forgotten, gone and doneWhat lies ahead, is no sweet song,For now, what’s right, Before was wrong!