Lost Hope

I have been made voiceless

tongue torn

letters stolen

eyes gouged

scales no longer balance

pain

hatred

so heavy

so prevalent

kindness

joy

short supply

becoming smaller each day.

I have been made sightless

blinded

greed

wealth

poverty

injustice

turn away

can cry no more.

My value diminishes

light going out

when processed

in bytes

in numbers on the page

inflated

deflated

too late

I had believed.

Civilization is crumbling

made null and void

as the rich become richer

on death of the poor.

I too

now a part of the problem

but tired

weary

unable to fight

tears fall

I have given up.

I can only hope

someone will take my mantle up.

©April 13/20

Picture via Pinterest

I found it back in 2017 and still pops back up

now and again as an appropriate image.

The Devil Dances

**Picture found on Internet**

Once it was written in the stars

that as the truth appeared

slithering snakes

would begin to shed their skins

and attempt to destroy it all.

We hail the great white chief

pandering to his lack of brains

listening with blood lust

to his tales of war to come

when the world shall be revamped

in the image he foresees.

There is no hope.

There is no love.

We have come to be

in this terrible time

all because

the 1% grasped with fingers fat

draining the bank

and taxing the poor.

Wait though

that is not the only truth

not all want to destroy.

If you look over there

see the huddled masses

wanting nothing more than to find peace.

Peace in all lands

peace to engage

in conversations and love affairs

without worry that death will come calling.

He rides the pale horse

scythe in hand

reaping the souls of innocents.

Laughter rings out

the world afire

no time

no way back.

And the devil capers in delight

as destruction reigns down

in a blazing light.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen