Six Views of a Sickening World

Replace the desolate words I speak without intention With my intended poetry – a burst of fresh light In a forlorn bedroom filled with buckets of darkness! As the world turns on its tilted axis So does life, a rollercoaster of dreams Created and crushed as a poor spider’s web The spider spins her life’s work, a web Food and survival her only intentions She has no time for the flying mortal dreams Of a world filled with goodness and light No time for Allies, nor for an Axis Who she can prevent from spreading the darkness My life is spent in shadows and darkness Waiting for the day when the spotlights are shined on my cobwebs The only remaining things that will be of me, as I walk the low axis Of countries grouping together with clear intention To murder, pillage, and take over the light Of innocent children, still sleeping with innocent dreams All children quickly lose their dreams When faced with the world and overwhelming darkness They are too young to make their own light And so spend their lives with the government’s web Supplier of everything that happens, their intention To create a worldwide alliance, one country, one axis Young European unifications forming an axis They have no clue about their true dreams They have but one thing, that thing, intention To expand, which every country labels darkness But every country is entangled in the web Of expansion and shining the religious light I have never followed the religious light And I understand the fighters of the Axis All so sure, so believing in the government and the web That by the end of it all, there were no dreams Only an eerie, dying darkness All the people died without any true intention When there is intention, there is a fading light The darkness desperately, wrongly produced by the Axis Their pipe dreams stuck in the world’s web