The rampant waywardness of man's inhumanities
is continually taking its toll; but the eternal covenant
set in place by God still holds. Set in place generations
ago, such covenant will never grow old. Sometimes it's
too cloudy to see, but there's a rainbow somewhere out there beeming in colors of hope. So we must remind each
other that none need to give up, give in, or give out, nor
be found hanging on the end of a rope.
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Categories:
inhumanities, endurance,
Form: Free verse
A pattern from our history - albeit anecdotal
Pick any evil SOB - he's probably teetotal
Hitler didn't touch the booze, and neither Torquemada
Bin Laden with a drink to choose took yak's milk - nothing harder
Pol Pot too forsook the brew, Bieber was too young
Stalin may have had a few but not your Mao Tse Tung
Donald Trump, of president's the Idiot du Jour
He may love your blandishments but not a heavy pour
Risking some hyperbole but very plainly stated
You can shove sobriety it's clearly over rated
If we're all to get engaged in evil's true demise
Don't waste your time getting enraged - here's wisdom from the wise
To rid their inhumanities, step back awhile and think
The course to alter history's to buy that man a drink
Categories:
inhumanities, drink, evil, history, humor,
Form: Ballad
Inhumanities buzzard picks at the scraps
squabbling over trash
vultures of the pavement
denying everything has life
A confetti of money
the wedding funeral of it’s own immoral concept
squawking the incantations
of debt
the milking breast
for these divisions of hate
Automaton march
blindfolded into prisons
wifi choir to gobble in slavering mouth
the dance of freedom
Piled to height shop window front
a catalog of so many possessions
scrape nail biting destitution
of anything of all
but nothing at all
without them
Merry-go-around and round and around
the cul-de-sac of evolution
entrenched, entranced the myriad of human
jack-hammered incessant
into the point of believing
and by deaths alter
sacrifice life
Every dream a skirmish
squandered to the three percent
take a selfie
maybe it’s the only way to ease the pain
be just a ghost in life
who’s monument was the tombstones of prophets
and the next generations list of regrets
Round and around the merry-we-go around
bruised in the dirt by same old, old same trip wires
todays tomorrow repeated again
as if we all have nothing to learn
Evolution
is just a conciliatory conceptual term
Categories:
inhumanities, life,
Form: Free verse
scenes of
inhumanities called
games for-
find
young minds
to play
watch and struggle in
an illusory reality
hunting with
glazed eyes and
hard violence-skin
virtual life
reset button worn thin
sometimes sorrows held
deep inside
turn to hate
that will not wait in
a teen nightmare ride of real life with
no reset button
real bullets are tickets to
heaven’s train or
a controlled brain
glass eyes record
news
another report
glassed eyes
stares and fears make
good ratings sell
sold
a lost soul
sick with blues
made the evening news
wasted a life
to the call of a rope then
cameras and screen
shock the soul
real people die
avatars never grow old
Categories:
inhumanities, angst, world,
Form: Free verse
Through the mists they land
Carried by darkened wings, spread
Sensing, they await
Suspended death in decay
Inhumanities now shared
.
Categories:
inhumanities, bird, body, death, flying,
Form: Tanka
The inhumanities of others
brings tears to our eyes
Watching the scenes on the screen
When the newscaster is wanting to cry
Children crying in torment
In pain reaching out for aid
Suffering not in silence
for what price have they paid
We weep together in the rain
Each to their own shower to cry
same prayers, same shame of humanity
Same torment in our eyes
We are tormented because we cant
Useless because we would
Politician we can chivvy
Make peace, if only we could
We weep together in the rain - my Katherine from Wales -by Arthur Vasso
Penned by Seren Roberts
Categories:
inhumanities, sad,
Form: Rhyme
If the white rose. Could only see,through the eyes of the black rose. If the black rose. Could only see through the eyes of the red rose. If the red rose. Could only see through the eyes of the yellow rose. And if the yellow rose. Could only see through the eyes of the white rose. If only to walk a mile. In the shoes of your brothers and sisters. Would this not lead to understanding. In a world that sometimes seems so insane. It's hard to find tears of joyful laughter. As inhumanities grow within realities insanity. And therefore all is lost within your focus. When you see the thorns,but fail to see the roses. This world that we reside upon. Is becoming an unleashed inferno. No more sweet dreams for to unfold. Of a world to call our paradise. It's forever slipping slowly slipping. Into a world of pure mad ravings. It's a shame the things we sometimes do. Prejudice unfolding, is a crime against mankind.
Categories:
inhumanities, life, world, red, yellow,
Form: Free verse