Society - My First Poem



SOCIETY

Explosions of gas send Life through nothing, giving Life to everything. Water, sunlight and soil nourish scattered seeds and form plants. Plants that “yield their fruit in season and whose leaves do not wither”

As I zoom in I discover
a problem, the cause that brings death
upon this once great tree.
A city full of a people who never sleep;
of lights whose burning does not cease.
In a mist, misery drips
off its branches
over the sound framework;
certain geometry.
A precise estimation falls
on the problem with a thud.

Brokenness.

We run after a secure financial lifestyle
locked in the chains of depravity all the while.
Where prosperity is the objective: resounding unfulfillment.
We lack depth of character and yet
dream.
Dogged determination drives senseless
underhand.

Controlled.
The very foundations of a democratic anarchy.

Given what he wants, man will take it and milk it, rob it and pillage it.
He will ruthlessly ravish and rape it, wreck it and raze it
Until there is nothing left.
Nothing
but the decomposing skeleton of what was called
“hope”.

We have fallen asleep at the wheel and are heading straight towards
                                     the oncoming bulldozer.
Numb
Not even Thor’s thunderous mallet could wake us
to our senses.

Greed and comfort master the fra ctu red human
crushing allvirtueandhonesty.
We watch conscience take a back seat and then
scream
as if we were not expecting it
not expecting the disfigured skeleton, the metallic framework that stands in the shoes that once held the upright
as if we thought we could continue cruising indefinitely.

See, the human race at its core is a shattered mirror, made
to reflect.
                 Now all we see is fragmented Light
                                                visibility is lost
                                                                      darkness
                                                                            slowly drowns it
                                                                                                              out.

Destruction reigns, the sun fades;
our inadequacy shines in the Light of day.
A day will come when the Son will come
not with loving nearness, but as an all-consuming furnace.
So bright this torch will blaze that the darkness will cease forever, and whoever is not on the side of the One who wields this wrathful flame will know
His will has been done.

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