sadness – three good words

July 9, 2016

yes, but

two nightmares, r and g
both alike in their utter lack of dignity
in a well-known land
where there are too many such scenes

and that’s where it ends
since there is neither rhyme nor reason
to this violence
this continuous cruelty
so organised, so repetitive
it has become the unthinkable:
commonplace, everyday
predictable
just another news reel.

how is it that death walks the land
with such impunity
and we still think we’re at peace?

we document the seas of tears
we tape the cries of anguish, terror and disbelief
and yet
eyes turn blind
ears tone-deaf
and words are written, spoken
stating repeatedly
‘yes, but’
‘not all of us’

‘not me’.

December 16, 2014

on which we all

images of a likeness
that is proclaimed to be divine
commit and commit
and never quit to terrify

that which is sublime
in each of us all
that spark, that fire
that gives us love, hope, compassion,
that goodwill so desired,
and everything that makes us kind

stamped out with jacked boots of blindness
and hands writing, mouths speaking madness
watering the weeds of what lets
Darkness grow to Night.

And now, once more,
young dreams of joy and happiness
are turned to dust and ashes
lowered low into empty earth
on which we all stand on.

And the cry is loud
amongst us all and deep inside
everything that makes us love, hope
compassionate and kind,
for we know, we know
that this madness is not us
nor any other
this is not that image nor that likeness
of that which is divine.

This madness is not mankind.