Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Quatrain

Temerity

Temerity has become the greed-follicles that puncture peacefulness in human life.
Extruding tangled spires across the earthen lands like trees ready to fall and crush.
Power seekers boldly trample upon the complacent, seldom knowing meekness.
Tromping over the forgiving folks like a huge social machine rousting in life’s brush.

Uninvolved masses passively watch it all on the news through biased reviews.
Frantic citizens of the world live in economic quandary…seemingly helpless.
Leaders frame in their wealth maneuvering their way through the very laws they created.
Self-service at the expense of taxpayer’s, trust lost to dishonesty while honors regress.

Intentions once professed become lost inklings of wholesome promises forgotten.
They walk upon the souls of those they were chosen to lead abandoning emotions.
Tears fall, but they are not their own.  Not now.
When, then can the righteous man find solace and escape from life’s commotions?

Is it only death that brings a tortured man to peace as he stands before his creator?
As long as there is hope that good will overcome evil, man can survive the dread.
Hope lives as mortals pray that greed be set aside and understanding lead to peace.
Meanwhile, altruistic hearts work to promote better living as millions are fed.

Where is the reckoning that surely must bring a just end to temerity?
Can self-control contain the angry masses when indifferences prevail?
No relief is found except what comes on that final day…the last judgment.
Forgiveness frees; God is love; sing we then, “All Hail Let Peace Prevail.”

© May5, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 6, 2011 at 8:06 AM It was a pleasure to read your poetry this morning Dane Ann. Have a wonderful weekend filled with good health, love, and inspiration to continue your poetry. Love, Carol

Mourning Mist May 5, 2011 at 8:00 PM never knowing meekness. this spoke to spirit...I think you could be very wrong about this verse..

Carolyn Devonshire May 5, 2011 at 4:59 PM Even in the midst of all the corruption you describe, you lift us at the end with a beautiful hymn. Let's sing this out loud together, dear Dane. Love you, Carolyn

Stephen Parker May 5, 2011 at 4:46 PM This is a heartfelt diatribe on the corrupt, powerful scions that rule their kingdoms with an arbitrary callousness. I enjoyed your emotive fulminations. I wrote a poem called Humpty Dumpty that aptly describes the predicament facing the captive peoples of the Middle East and the empathetic, but pensive, governments of the West. Feel free to peruse it if you like!