To sit here alone and wonder
Of all the times that are no longer.
Amidst the strangers who never ponder,
The somber satisfaction of sin for which we all hunger.
To sit here alone and wonder of time,
Of all wickedness yet to come, coming closer and closer.
Many are done with no conscious intentions,
Though retention of expectation lead the pathway to condemnation.
For all we know the provided attestation
Conceal the truth, aberration.
I’m only a man with no intention,
I’m only a man with raging emotion.
So what is it that makes me, a mere man, a part of humankind?
What is it that makes us beings so human?
But as foretold, I’m only a man with a raging emotion
With no answer to the question.
A mere man with no intention
But to read the motion of the current situation.
All I can tell, and tell so well.
That as a man, a mere man who lives in a cell,
I live my life according to the signalling echoes of a working bell,
Bound to a system we all know too well.
We are only so much as beings who are obliged.
Obliged to abide by a list of rules imposed by those we chose to decide.
Yet as time goes on we continue to wallow in pride.
An ironic foundation for what is truly desired.
Day by day they continue to lead.
Tugging and lugging us through excessive greed.
The ordinance of our wants turns it to a need,
And once this surpasses our capabilities, that need turns into greed.
That final form of transformation is why I worry, so now I plead.
For humankind, I plead,
To take heed
Of what accentuates our downfall that hinders our seed.
As a man I try to act in a way that I must,
Limited by rules imposed by those we chose to trust.
Not ever knowing,
Until I started growing,
That those we trust have robbed control of our lust.
But now I see,
How far it may be,
Sex, drugs and money control our society.
It seems now that all hope has been lost for every one of us
Haunted, succumbing to sin until we crumble to dust.
As I’m sitting here, surrounded by strangers, at a time of adversity
Someone out there has justified fatality.
Yet I continue to sit here basking in the fluorescent sun of my city,
Deafened by my soul screaming, “I envy! I envy!”
I envy all of those who live life in such luxury,
I envy all those with beauty and elegancy.
I envy all of those who live, love and laugh with sincerity,
I envy all of you who don’t suffer during this calamity.
Now it seems that the burning flame of hope
Dwindles so briskly as we mope.
Given nothing else but a hanging rope
While they peer down from their pedestal to cut a swath.
As the blood of the innocent is shed to broil their broth.
Ashamed to say that we’re slipping down a slope,
Watching all the victims suffering unable to cope.
Afraid to say that you and I, both, have succumbed to sloth.
At times like these, it’s so sad to see
The righteous of righteous men prosecuted for mutiny.
The ones that we chose to trust flourish so fruitfully,
While the majority grow desperate, struggling in the community.
So why, please tell me why has it come to be?
That my heart tells me that I should also show some sympathy
Towards the selfish who’ve grown so fruitfully.
Agonized by deep sincerity,
My heart tells me, “They’re humans too, but consumed by gluttony.”
I finish my coffee, the drug I choose to take,
As I think of all the horrors that causes man to tremble and shake.
Wrath, in every nation, causing our earth to quake.
There’s no wonder why too many hearts are filled with ache.
We ache not only from fear or sadness,
A population growing with depression, it’s madness,
But also ache from anger and hate that satiates malice.
Yet they stand atop their towers, no compensation, satisfied with their status.
I make my way back to the cell that I call home,
Still pondering these thoughts of our manaic syndrome.
Hoping that I am wrong and misread the intention,
Hoping I’m wrong, started praying for their redemption
To lead us away from our sinful abomination.
Praying for there to be a God, “Guide us to salvation.”
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