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.
