See the angry acts of many rich
too proud to bond
with mother earth
their caskets bulge
with stolen goods,
no thought to share their riches
with generosity, given freely
their greedy souls ever searching
their habits deadened, never knowing
thoughts worth thinking.
Some people care within their own demise
their envy keeps them living,
their thoughts so easily lead astray
their longing never ending.
It’s how falsehood gets passed down
from generations onto
sustenance over fear,
plentitude over awareness,
bitter after the war to win all wars is lost,
roles played again and again
they sing their lonely anthems.
Their search for meaning never stays
the price too high
the road too steep and winding
the streets unpaved,
muddy ruts along the way
too deeply formed
too costly to repair with academic kindness
too easy to surrender with utter blindness.
The end result?
Blindness, winds its way along/its pathway leading nowhere/
no hope of rescue from their dying,
too lost to find/the road that’s never there/their narrow thoughts an outside force/that seeks to win the day/despite their loss of living.
Their fear? Death before living life.
Their regret? Unknown dreams and fantasies never lived/locked up crying within/never seeing the light of day/never real love finding,
a game they play with no winners.
except those few who find themselves
home at last
at journey’s end
at the place where life is