the sun cooks the fences
the guards smoke and laugh
men rot behind steel,
stacked like moldy bread.
over one percent
they die—
nobody counts
except the families,
and the dirt.
a body here,
a stabbing there,
sickness in the cells
that medicine never touches.
no cameras come,
no headlines scream.
just a whisper in the dark,
and silence sells better than truth.
The king loves his creatures quite white
Colored beings make him uptight
From those he’ll secede
Though that won’t succeed
Since leaving this Earth’s not too bright
Victory seemed so close
An accomplishment to boast
We once dreamed against our woes
Now we raise a final toast
To all of our friends lost
Fighting for what we already won
However we paid the worst cost
Losing the war that was already done
We once left the kingdom
By tossing our supply of tea
Now we search for freedom
By removing liberty
We once headed west
We tried to expand
Now we find it a hopeless quest
For we have taken all the land
We have lied
And we have wailed
We have tried
And we have failed
If that is what we’re apart of
If that is what it takes
If Lady Liberty falls upon the dove
Then oblivion awaits
A man tries
To do what is right
But sometimes what is right
Is not what is possible
So a man does the best he can
And the world hates him
For not fulfilling their idea of what is right
And so gives his best
And so his life
Only to be looked down upon
Pointing to nothing
Is a story which may be
Intended as erasure..
But nothing stands
As a word..suggesting
The futility of a word
To be more than a word..
Yet it might be said
The appearance
Of a word is empty..
Hence.the dilemma...
Wisdom dawned, but late
Life is on the verge
Peeping through the past
Omissions and errors galore
Stare in the face
No second chance
The pride, ego and craze
All leave with no trace
Life passed in futility
Living in illusion of hope
Wasting all in fantasy of gain
If at all, I could get one more chance
But, No!
Life is a one way travel
It's gilded in bright colours
Like a peacock butterfly;
It sparkles in splendour
Like a diamond in the sun;
When it rests, it rests
In confined dank darkness,
In a bowel of nightmare
With what remains of a king:
a diet for forbidden creatures.
Now to what gain or profit
Are the swellings of ego
Which defined and measured
His reign of majesty?
I.
The weather is cold. Do you need a sweater?
I feel warm and fine – never better.
Anything I can do for you?
Can’t think of one thing or two.
Want a hot cup of tea?
No thanks, not for me.
A nice back rub?
Not now bub.
Goodbye!
Bye!
II.
Hi!
Oh, hi!
How are you?
I have the flu.
Something I can do?
Can I have chicken stew?
So sir, I have no chicken,
But with toadstools I could thicken.
A nice back massage would sure be nice.
I surely doubt you could afford the price.
All cards are on the table
Esau holds kings and queens
His secular greatness is swift
Many chiefs reign in Edom
Jacob draws but two's and three's
His family lags behind in Egypt
Becoming slaves to Pharaoh
Is God playing the losing hand?
Small beginnings deceive
Spirtual greatness comes later
Demanding patience and faith
Until His Royal Flush appears
Jesus holds the Key of David
He is worthy to take the scroll
And to open its seals
Eclipsing secular greatness
His blood purchased for God
From every tribe and nation
A kingdom of priests to serve
And to reign on the earth
His last hand is winner-take-all
So, ask yourself this,
"Do I really want to play poker
with Almighty God?"
Fruits Of War's Futility, Death And Destruction
As glittering spit falls upon hot rocks
rare gemstones melt into a frigid sea
ailing ships lay about three fallen docks
hummingbird chases a dozen honeybees
irreparable desert begs sullen sky
for some rain, as winged bats vacation
from the fiends that pursue asking the why
no trains dare stop at the new train station.
In rocky mountainous purple terrain
earth cries with billowy indifference
rattlesnake and mouse both cry out for rain
two red ants fight without interference.
An ocean vessel sails around the Horn
its ten guns aimed at both you and he
a mother doe gives up her first newborn
and with that Nature sprouts Sycamore tree.
As glittering spit falls upon hot rocks
ailing ships lay about three fallen docks
who cares that a great war is to be fought
with victims begging for peace to be sought?
Robert J. Lindley, rhyme
April 5th, 1972
Note ( A guy from our hometown was killed in the Vietnam war )
Teddy Talley. Sad and tragic..
War is an evil that mankind relishes and indulges in..
ebony carnivore’s velvet coat comes into view in a rush
his prey is terrified, too frightened to run, knowing the futility of it
she advances, with those determined amber eyes
her babies will eat tonight
Boast not of money;
It elevates to destroy
Our human nature.
Gene futility
How can we look at a child and kill it, by using “it”
we have distanced ourselves from the child they are no longer
unique, but just an expendable extension of us.
The intense love we have for a lost child is the grief
of our own demise…it is the only proof we ever lived
the loss of a gene, inconceivable future transgression.
A child killed in a drone attack in Pakistan stirs us less
then the sight of a bunny rabbit run over; how sad it
had to die, but it crossed the road. A naked Jewish boy
in front of a mass grave, his cap hiding his modesty,
I condemn all mankind for his demise, he is our cruel
gene-based viciousness, the survival of the genus and
for it to survive there is no room for compassion.
A man who kills children whether by drone or gun kills
himself and forever he shall walk in night's shadow.
Bumbled bumble bumble bee
flew from bloom to bloom,
busy-busy-a-buzzing-buzzy-busy
Heard by flowers
from here to there, a-mumbling to himself...
saying… no-not-right, no-not-this-one, no-no-not-good.
Until finally touching down
on daisy's yellow landing pad
for the gathering
of his day harvest.
As so be for me busy
all a-buzzing all the day,
programmed for mindless tasks
of mute survival
of all that
‘must-do doing’
‘I just-have-to…’
all that buzzing work
for to gather
all the must-haves
for my day harvest.
Wilfred Owem 'FUTILITY'
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