If the world is going to hell in a handbasket,
'Who's holding the handle?'
is the real question, and I have to ask it.
Also, I wonder how well the world would function
if all corruption were removed at this junction.
Destroy despotism, no more nepotism,
do away with liars, fakers, thieves, heartbreakers,
abolish pundits, politicians, priests, on-the-takers.
If we eliminate crime, cigarettes, drugs and insanity,
so those evils become a thing of the past,
a change for the better could restore humanity,
but how long would it last?
We'll never know, as little is learned from history,
and why that's so is still a mystery.
In the beginning, there were only two,
(whether or not you believe in Adam and Eve)
it's no surprise mankind is clueless what to do
as, since then; incest, inbreeding and man's hate
has brought populations to such a terrible state,
despite those who do good, few and far between,
perhaps it's in their food, or possibly the genes.
Moscow massacre...
Haitians, Houthis and Hamas...
Violence all round...
The world we've inherited
is hell in a handbasket.
When you see me
Covered and bare
With septic soot -
Sores that began
With Satan’s hoofs.
The ones that trounced
Upon our graves
With subtle lies,
Agenda craze.
Bring all your poor
Through open doors.
Let’s not keep score.
We adore them…
We hid our scales
And common sense.
We filled our streets
With tents and tense.
Fires on wood streets,
Kids with needles
Between their toes.
But aren’t we nice?
We hand them phones.
You’re not alone…
A lullaby -
We rock their bones,
We sell their souls
Along with ours.
We teach them sooths
With candy staffs.
Nevermind rules
Their cruel…object.
Don’t mind hammer
Overhead. Don’t
Look around you.
Keep your eyes fixed
Away from sand,
Afghanistan,
And all good plans.
Enjoy the ride
While water’s cool
Before the boil,
The hooven spoil.
Watch earth’s recoil
When it’s too late.
Miss heaven’s gate.
Enjoy hell’s hate.
8/16/2021
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