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