of killing and maiming
with utter belligerence and speed?
Who am I that shifts this blameful
shameful disgusting deceitful deed?
Who acts on my behalf politically
and shamefully agrees
it is another not them
that causes harm to those without?
Who is it that sits and shouts,
cries out?
Not those with a voice of care
about the violence done everywhere,
but political expedients
to gain what?
Surely not to line those corporate crooks?
Life goes on and we prefer to deny.
Why I ask myself? Why?
Is there some form in the West –
a type of belligerence
that prefers to deny
as a way to arrest – all that shameful mess
carrying on around the globe?
Denying what in everyone’s mind
is a Westernised drone mentality.
A type of deceitful game play.
shameful acts, deceit at best.
But who am I
pretending in the end
when my conscience comes in
and reminds me of that past awfulness?
I have to admit and own my deeds.
Try and correct my behaviour
for the future to succeed.
But who am I
when I fail to comply?
No more than a drone subjected
and allowing others to infiltrate,
excuse and deny.
No more I cry
from my conscience within.
That part open to another,
the voice of humility, caring and love.
That voice of some form
that allows healing and adjustment
the courage to continue and try once again.
Love is the answer.
Sure I cannot deny.
But somehow we have to go on
until that value within comes out
and we can never again deny.
For in that voice of humility
is the loving and caring to try
to no longer deny.
But action oneself –
to something of value
to connect and feel worthy
to be part of a humanity in need.
Love is the answer.
Sure I cannot begin to know why.
But all the same it comes in
and makes me alive –
to that of value,
worth by another name.
Someone able to lift the veil and see
what is being done in my name.
Then in the after math of that horrible view
I have to realise that I have played my part as you …
you who are shamefully allowing such rot.
The politicians lie in the main if not
bought off by that corruptly led corporate deal.
To allow more spending on arms and shifty lawyers
parking off shore the wealth of a nation.
Yours and mine go down
but not without paying them the unfair deals.
You walk and talk Wall Street,
but it is closer to your door.
People are very shifty
when it comes to wealth and hoard.
The corporate giants take and break
without hesitate or shake of conscience.
It goes on and on.
No amount of direct conflict
as an opposing song
about their misjudgement,
their criminal activity
and parking off shore.
No. This is a song about
often more wars.
Life in abundance for all
is a riotous roar
as no one believes in that type
of Messianic care, that is for sure.
But humility at home and the way one behaves
that is an area for the forever brave.
No one is able to erase the past,
but of the future an incredible area for advance.
Life is little in eons terms.
Life is for the few
when it comes to corruption and purse strings.
But we of the ‘Never Care Brigade’
we can turn our life around and share.
Share in the way we behave at the fence
bounding our house.
Share in the way we behave at functions
facilitating our children’s welfare.
Share about who we are to work with
and how they behave.
Share about who you are
in a more lovingly caring type way.
Share with a family
previously unable to mend,
what in many situations
is a past futile event
built over years to an irreparable state.
We have the capacity to care, that is for sure.
Obvious when a catastrophe, often close by or off shore
to some foreign situation as was past wars.
But now in the 21st century world of the West
life is of the very best.
But what are we doing …
but screwing our friends,
caring little about who is suffering
and the world type of financial bent events.
Caring little for who is suffering
and starving at our lifestyle best.
Caring for those less fortunate, suffering,
homeless, on the Wall Street warm outlet vents.
Homeless and powerless. I do not think so.
If we allow further development and criminals to go
then we are the ventless hugging for warmth.
We are those to whom no one usually cares.
Homelessness on the rise.
No food for the family, no treasure, no prize.
We are the fortunate in the Westernised world
or so we think and believe to our betterment denied.
But in the future who are you …
without any work, unemployed
by those you denied were the criminals,
corrupting the wealth
of what is in fact your share of their prize?
Who are your family
when the rough gets rougher
each day and night?
Streetwise? I hope so.
For that may be their future’s fate.
GBM
Care now before too late.
GBM
Sorry state of affairs – sure
but face it now
before it sheds its ugliness
over every place and state.
GBM
February 3rd, 2017
Tags: Conscience
