A Poem - Dissection

Time is an illusion,
Of human conceit.
The truth remains hidden,
In the ground beneath our feet.
Life is just a game,
We all must learn to play,
The Rules are like the weather,
They change from day to day.

Money is an addiction,
Like heroin taking its toll.
Poverty may be a lack of equity,
But it reveals an abundance of soul.
Wealth is something coveted,
Not an essential need,
They say it leads to power,
But it can only lead to greed.

Hate is an answer,
To a question we didn’t ask.
It will never be eradicated,
Unless we all take up the task.
Peace is beyond our reach,
If we travel the road we’re on,
We forgot our destination years ago,
The compass we followed is gone.

War is a desperate blessing,
For a country devoid of hope.
Try to convert a conquered people,
Or leave them dangling from a rope.
Missiles are our message,
In the Armageddon age,
Send the boys overseas,
The storm’s about to rage.

Ignorance is a modern plague,
More malignant than any disease.
It has afflicted our entire population,
In varying degrees.
Plant your head firmly,
Snug beneath the sand.
Cry out to heaven,
Why you still don’t understand.


Insanity reigns supreme,
Waiting for your pledge,
Follow it straight to hell,
Or off the nearest ledge.
Hail to the madness!
Bow your head in praise,
Logic has been stolen,
Replaced with a deep malaise.

And time keeps on ticking,
The minutes just flying by,
While the cash registers go on clicking,
Their syncopated rhymes.
War machines keep wavering,
From one target to another,
While stupidity keeps savoring,
Mother, father, sister, brother.
Waves of craziness keep crashing,
The waters rising to the top,
The levees of logic are getting a lashing,
There’s only one thing to make it stop.

Communication is the answer,
Making sense of life,
Offer up your antidote,
To all this struggle, grief, and strife.
Leave a lasting mark,
Don’t write your message in the sand,
Speak to me my friend,
Help me understand.

Where you’re coming from,
Might be where I’ve just been,
Follow your heart’s desire,
You know it’s not a sin.
Create your own universe,
Don’t rely on what you’ve heard,
Make every sentence count,
Until your dying word.