My voice is hoarse
and sore from screaming
at a fucking god
that doesn't care
or give a good fuck
that this earth is dying
faster in one hundred years
than the millions of
of years before it
as he does nothing
but move chess pieces.
My voice is hoarse
and sore from screaming
at a fucking god
that is fiddling
while this paradise
he made is burning
and being destroyed
by the very people
he put here
to keep producing
his pitiful bounty
My voice is hoarse
and sore from screaming
while mother earth
shouts obsentities
at the very pain
she has to endure
on her pot-marked
fragile skin
from bullets and bombs
and machines that
crack her body into pieces
My voice is hoarse
and sore from screaming
at bloodsuckers
who take the tops
off of mountains
in one clean sweep
while 1000 year old
redwoods are knocked
down without even
a thought that it would
take to swat a fucking fly
My voice is hoarse
and sore at screaming
at powerful men
so rich they can
walk on hardwood floors
covered with persian rugs
so rare that a 1000 kids
work 24 hour days
to feed a family where
everyone has Aids
from repeatedly being raped
My voice is hoarse
and sore from screaming
at one man in a white suit
and pointy hat that
dictates condoms are sinful
as kids raped daily
multiply and are treated
like nothing
but the shit
on his golden
fucking sandals
My voice is hoarse
and sore from screaming
at a god that doesn't care
or exist
or has a sign
hung on his golden
doors that read
if the World
is a Rockin'
don't come
a Knockin'
For Zack R.I.P Pal
My voice is gone
from screaming
into a world that
makes profit a priority
over life and death while
the sick get sicker
the pain gets worse as
no one in power cares
about the poor man
much-less the poor mans dog
who doesn't deserve his fate
My voice no more
as oil and war march on
as Mother Nature weeps
and the rape continues
without even a pause
to let her heal
from wounds that
are killing her
and us and the animals
the mountains and the seas
I guess we'll always have the Moon
A New Verse for the victims R.I.P
I have no voice
in a world of pain and loss
death and destruction
greed and need
kids and adults
shot down like animals
for the grins of a Joker
who sits alone
in a jail getting fed
three meals and a cot
to lay his murderous
body of bones on
If there is a Devil
may he greet him at the door
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Comments
Great!
a guy gotta watch out for that type.
a dead german philosopher,one of the ones who has
alot to say about present times even though dead,
said,
"Religion is the dream of the human mind.
But even in dreams we do not find ourselves
in emptiness or in heaven,
but on earth, in the realm of reality;
we only see real things in the entrancing
splendor of imagination and caprice,
instead of in the simple daylight of reality and necessity."
Reality and necessity involve good will and cooperation..
Holmes is gonna be a star for a bit, no doubt. Tomorrow he is in court. he is said to be a genius.
he will make the most of court,
i imagine, unless he has
lost his evil fury.
Is God at fault?
Your poem is strong and speaks to me and to many I am sure. Thank you, Scanner
The only way we can be good or evil is to choose to be good or evil. That means we need the freedom to make that choice. If we are given the freedom to choose, we are given the freedom to choose to harm others, even without justification.
The price of freedom is our managing this place ourselves, perhaps with divine guidance and, if we're lucky, occasional intervention, but still ourselves.
The United States has a Constitution. It's a wonderful document, but it is voters who keep it in place. Same basic idea.
love and a great big hug to you.
and sore from screaming
at one man in a white suit
and pointy hat that
dictates condoms are sinful
as kids raped daily
multiply and are treated
like nothing
but the shit
on his golden
Arab fucking sandals