WHAT ARE OUR OPTIONS?

          I consider myself, on the whole, an optimist, a person with a positive attitude, but there are moments when the view shifts and my muse takes me a different route.

OUR FUTURE.

Once upon a time,

in our not so distant past

stood a beautiful, a unique world,

laden with promise,

a world where our future was open,

our potential vast.

Now, seduced by glinting tinsel of the mad

our reason quivers

on the edge of a dark abyss.

We have created a world

where wastelands abound

where we

the many, the marginalised, the ordinary,

struggle to survive in voracity that astounds

are seduced

to create wastelands in our minds,

slowly accepting chaos

in a world of insanity.

Here corporate monsters

of hypocrisy, contradictions,

sever the fragile cord

that unites being with being,

grow fatter

on the trade of emotions for illusions;

until our tormented minds

twist in silent pain

a searing pain

that sends the human spirit fleeing.

We struggle to let emotions guide our heart,

illuminate the shadows of our veiled sadness,

try to create a society

where love is not a dying art;

sadly falling to the seduction of consumer living

that leads us down the path

to eternal madness.

The future by today’s deeds is surely moulded,

yet we write tomorrow’s history

with an irradiated hand,

face the vision of yet unborn children

distorted, bleeding mortally

from wounds they know nothing of,

who’ll fall heir to a bleak,

chaotic, terrifying land.

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