People are crying losing out on life
People are famous and losing out of freedom in life
People are poor, hovering to find a shelter and warmth at night.
Often in life people have no means to develop understanding about themselves but prefer ignorance and dispute other people for their interest, research and value of life.
Other people engage regularly for various socially acceptable sporting and creative events.
Others depend on nurture, fostering of a family pride in relationships and building on that in a life time of effort, challenges and too dilemmas of other people imposing upon them values unlike their own.
Integrity and fellowship are often left waning as is consideration and tolerance, empathy and care in a 21st century vacuum of selfishness, violence and war.
Some people gather to worship God unknown.
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Others declare a war on behalf of a known or similar God to not be called to blame.
Some even sprout Gospels and feel righteous as indignation in them is yet again inflamed.
Somehow dilemmas arise out of nowhere, other people not necessarily to be blamed
but regardless uncaring if slaughter or poverty is to happen via another people’s shores.
Foreigners as migrant unwelcome especially if of another colour, creed or ideal.
Some say salvation another damnation and hell of war be their cry.
Some disaster prone others no hope to aspire, some born into a religion others acquire.
No hope to understand man on the run, 21st century is stuffed yet as prior
but certainly well and truly downhill run gathering speed as we here are to speak.
Lost for words no hope ahead search out your memory bank, for the financial institutions
are well and truly financially rooted, no more money, but to print.
God is in the larder man on the precipice hoping to gain another bit.
What, of course the question God says yet again – naught in the end.
Loss and foreboding what else when damnable activity was the choice of the day.
Menu rather futile crumbs a luxury these days.
Gods in the counting house, few of course. 1% estimate but their coin off-shore of course.
Four and twenty black birds around the central core, unfortunately black ops so no expense spared.
But those poor magpie birdies as they are, live now not in a pear shape but Guantanamo.
Look now careful don’t despair, love is what in the end was on offer
but God thought of man far too dispirited to give even that a go.
‘So, what happened?’, declared an innocent soul…
‘I gave them a laxative and the bog is over-run with the toxic elements they have fed,
bled and lacked as their life flittered away’.
July 6th, 2015
Tags: Songs of Sorrow
