What it should never be,
Is Mad,
For madness belongs,
To the world of fools,
Where life is just shattered,
And there are no rules,
Poetry is feeling and hope and dismay,
A promise of Wonders that people can say.
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So much news,
And Yet,Can you believeWhat anyone says?Confused and obfuscated,We reach for the Truth,Knowing, very well,It’s been strangled, Murdered!In an invisible telephone booth.
Life just went by,
It’s overNo fields of clover,No love,It’s overNo crying on beloved shoulder,I miss you,Now,It’s over,Alone foreverJust with me,ALONE,In misery.
It doesn’t STOP!
Treacherously odious,Human conditionThat makes us want to fool,Hurt others,Even kill them!When they are our brothers.OH, despicable ones!That harm and plunderThe innocent,You are embedded with evilAnd the Devil’s thunder,Let all the weightOf truth and justice,Fall upon you,So you regret,All the evilThat in our HistoryDisgracefully, you’ve set.
We know
But don’t it.We knowWhat is wrong,But we pursue it.We thinkWe are strong,But we blew it.How longAre we going to do wrongAnd still ignore It?Why can’t we say?Peace, yesI will pursue It!
Concentrated thoughts and feeling,
Or reach the ceiling,Poetry is the door,That when opened,Always offers,More and more.
Today,
A Ship without a Captain?Squashed against a Monorail?A Country,Sad, Irresponsible and Frail?No, this cannot be,The 21st Century,America.