Short Privation Poems

A
pilgrim
to mecca-
in alien
lands,
en 
route to
Shangri-la-
or a better
life...

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When we’re off to a war, we are full of elation.
But that feeling is subject to rising deflation.
Once we’ve lived through privation
and have prayed for salvation,
we are left with vexation, frustration, stagnation....

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Whilst faced with dearth do we recall
The sudden tendency to pray
A prayer wishing for mere miracles
That from privation we may be spared.
And what kind, oh, one might ask, 
Of miracle do you ask of? 
The kind which cleanse the skin of lepers
Or make the cripple walk? 

Are we, in truth, in search of miracles, 
Or is magic what we want?...

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Weeping the eyes out everyday
Wailing in every house all night
When will these have to stop?
What is so powerful
That even the king fear?
Anonymous creature
Breaking the lion hearts
O you taker of life!
What err has been done to you
For us to deserve these incongruities
Incognito serpent you are
Fiercer than privation
Penury is incomparable
This must really be our fate!...

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But where does this evil come from?
Merely a hole,
It is a total privation of goodness
It is simply a lack of goodness,
An emptiness within a soul
Because of the weakness of the will of His creations
Our love becomes misguided
Obsessed with the suffering of others
We all have elements of evil within us
We are Changeable
We grow and mature
And we must die
Everything needs balance
Evil is necessary for there to be good
Otherwise, 
What is good but a concept?...

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