A House Divided
Only within lacklustre eyes
does the saddest one shout,
while sorrowful tears run in grimy profusion.
Oh God! The clarity of our beginning
is more prevalent than ever,
if we take the word ‘Prejudice’
out of the dictionary, will it disappear?
We do not need the world stained
in bloody mindlessness, or
dwell in one hell of a holy mess.
Oh, where are you Jesus Christ?
Every day I wear your symbol around
my neck, my prayers unanswered.
My youth caressed gentle faces
today anger enters, this, a different pace
masked in veils of despondency.
The system demands continuing
improvements, says we cannot stand still
must move forwards.
Yet all I feel is a raging heart beating abrupt
exasperation, against an invasion,
at best risqué because I know
there are those in the east, that wait
for our very own self destruction.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
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