Compass of Souls

Wept the child tears of lead

for the scenes of depravity shone,

in times where all claim to be more

we show our true nature.

Fangs sharpened,

tearing at skin.

Claws tapered,

to hook and rip.

Words bartered back and forth

the innocent condemned.

My right, your right

we all scream for our perceived rights.

We jostle and push,

cattle in a stampede,

aimless, scared

trodding on those

who get in the way.

The path is lost again and again

the mores, the truths.

The compass of souls is broken. 

Never again to point us

in the right direction.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

October 2/17