Silent slumbers left untended
as midnight begins to weep
remembrance of times forgotten
before purity had peaked.
Hands reaching out
peace unto thee
simpler times
when man did care.
Man has never cared
as evolution shows
bigger and better
smarter and brighter
oxymorons when playing the game.
Missiles flying through the air
shadow words strung out
secrets gained
while all around
the clowns dance through the night.
Strung up and mishandled
puppets left to be twisted
jesters calling wicked sins
while the king beats his mistress.
Time has stopped
and will go no further
until all have awakened
shaken free
from the bindings of lethargy.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
