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.

Play Not this Game

Nothing you know
of pain
of regret
of hate
of defeat
hidden in your white castle
high upon the hills
look down upon the serfs.
This is not a fairy tale.
This is real life
where walking the streets
can be a death sentence
if you don’t look right.
Battered doors
broken windows
shelter from the cold
the exhaustion etched
grey cold in my skin
while you
you play
you laugh
up high on the playground
pretending you know
this life I live
this nightmare no one
awakens from.
Come down little prince
come down to the streets
come down to reality.
Crouch down
piss your pants
life on the streets
its lost its luster
the sparkle gone
you rabbit home
playing games no more.
©Nov. 28/19
***This poem was inspired not only by Word of the Day Challenge but as I sat here watching Dropping Cash LA on Netflix. One of the ‘celebrities’ followed was an entitled asshole who got under my skin. 
Picture via PInterest

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