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Incomplete

So as we claim some other fates decree
and rewritten history executes us by delete 
what call has come to the life within us
what have we left incomplete

The world turns from love
as it tramples over peace
no gospel in gentle tongue
will save us from this ordained to designate

We do not believe
have we lost our faith
and the promise of human destiny
still remains incomplete

Is it true have we bartered intelligence
for the easy mouthed muck of a printing press
lost ourselves in mesmerized
by the 24 hours of the cathode ray

And to this day
the day portrays our insanity
a psychosis of decades
is all we accept and all that we see

Collusion and coercion
be the watch words of fool us
but still feel the wounds and the nails
they have handed us

Such advancements in the tune of civilization
and by the corporate law
of technocratic confusion
stakes its claim to the ownership of our life

Though we pass through this life
with magnanimous promise
for all our efforts
remaining incomplete

Do we know
will we ever know
the pulse of living
while psychopaths prescribe what it is

Have we failed so miserably to believe in God
but in hypocrisy praised the word
should Jesus, Mohamed, Buddha and Krishna
ask us then to confront their tears

Have we abandoned the prophets
abandoned ourselves
relinquished all reason
to the political pigs and their cash cows

Have we forgotten our children
in our manic concern for ourselves
sold out the future
for an immediate dribble of a comforter

Such questions only you can ask
and only you can answer
as the martial law rattles its saber
and the next stage in its phase continues to threaten

How did this all come to be
as the stink of evil
did not define the devil
we could have so clearly seen

Do we believe too much in hell
and never seek to create
any kind of heaven
for ourselves

Did we relinquish our responsibility
give in too conveniently
and let fame and wealth and corruption and greed
lead us into apathy

Though we pass through this life
with such magnanimous promise
for all our pretense at effortless
still we remain as incomplete

Have we forgotten our children
in our manic concern for ourselves
sold out their future
for an immediate dribble of a comforter 

Does nothing or no-one remind us anymore
of the incomprehensible beauty
the miracles epiphany  
in the human race that we are

Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2021

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