Reality came with Her tools
To put an end to suffering.
But you, poor fool, unwilling to give it up,
Ripped and tore, until you'd destroyed
Life's delicate fabric, forevermore.
They use to say, every poison has its remedy,
And, in a world governed by Natural Law,
Truth carries the day. Dismay's a valid response
When you're forced to confess your fatal flaw:
Hubris, greed, stubbornness, call it what you may.
It doesn't change the fact you destroy
Earth, as though it's your personal toy:
Sacred Oeuvre wrought by God's own hand,
Given as a gift, to your child's child bequeathed.
Running excuses, you finger Time's sand,
Scheme behind closed doors, justify atrocities.
Freedom's just another word in this made up world.
You turn your back on trauma's killing floor,
And the child in you dries up, a foetus small and curled,
While, just out of reach, the antidote sits upon a shelf.
This thing you desire more than Life itself.
YOU ARE READING
Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
