Wasteland
Harsh is the day, harsh is the night;
Dry and putrid, dry and decay;
Stench in the clay, stench in the sight;
Life most rancid, life on display.
Hopeless as fear, hopeless as doom;
Chaos and madness, chaos and evil;
Violence speaks clear, violence weaves gloom;
No more gladness, reign of devils.
Mortal wounds drown, mortal hurts edge;
Toil beyond sense, toil beyond hope;
Cruelty puts down, cruelty burns hedge;
Scourge of wrath tense, scourge of hate scope.
Gloomy and mad, gloomy and sad;
Rotting parts smell, rotting flesh trudge;
Gangrene makes fad, gangrene turns bad;
Evil sows hell, evil reaps grudge.
Hollow such times, hollow such chimes;
Evil dark drape, evil takes blood;
Dreary these rhymes, dreary these mimes;
Hate takes shape, hate flings harsh flood.
Hollow and dry, hollow and grey;
Dreary mad gloom, weary sad shades;
No zest to try, no sense to stay;
Death fills and grooms, death floods and raids.
Can faith and hope, can love and cheer
Outlive bleak view, outlast bad news?
Can hope fill scope, can faith purge fear?
Can love find you, can good change cues?
Bleak are the times, bleak are the signs;
Look deeper now, look within soul;
Does reason rhyme, does beauty find
Wasteland changed how, wasteland made whole?
Leon Enriquez
23 August 2014
Singapore
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