In the Land
I wake up in the am hours,
Thoughts flashing in my mind,
Of how mankind has disintegrated,
Mutilated and now demonstrates
The ugliness of being.
Hands of time turn counter clockwise,
Our existing shifting before our eyes,
Old wounds re-opening,
Civility becoming a thing of the past.
We are told, “We Can,”
Our governing bodies say we can’t.
We vote them in anyway,
Despite what they say.
But operating in hate never pays.
In this land the goal is to destroy us,
Considering a small percentage,
Worthy to represent us.
Not giving a damn about us.
They aim to proclaim power over us,
What just cause do they have for hating us?
Generations grow weaker and wiser.
Grievous cries in midnight hours.
Lying in wait as they devour,
Our dreams and passions,
Where is the wisdom now?
We stand still to watch it happening,
And don’t know what to do.
An agenda once hidden.
The wolf sheds sheep’s clothing,
Laughing at its boldness too.
We are at the center if this tug of war.
No winners to be found,
Casualties left behind.
The freedoms of our time.
Living in excess excluding the rest.
This way of thinking,
Is the reason for living,
In a land no longer giving.