The Wood Pile

The Wood Pile 11/10/2014

If I could change it I would

But I live in the same barriers

As everyone else

So all we do is 

Just keep on going

And crying. 

 

We stand at the side

And frantically wave our arms

Trying to stop a train

From barreling off a cliff.

But, there is no antidote

And there is no cure

As we watch with dawning horror

A completely avoidable disaster. 

Evil murders

And evil takes

Robbing the good

And raping the innocent. 

Taking everything

And producing nothing

The opportunistic horde

That everyone ignores. 

No one has ever changed

If they could not accept reality

And the prospects of our descendants

Is not improved

By corruption or invasion.    

We precariously stand on an edifice  

That we did not choose

Built on a burning platform

We never approved.  

The wood is rotten

And consumed quickly

By countless termites

From the inside out.

 

Words are cheap

And argument futile

If no one can see the obvious

Growing every single day. 

Hatred, violence,  

And terror all continue

Growing in scope,

Brazen and cruel. 

But who will stand

For the truly defenseless?

And who will defend

The truly innocent?

Cowardly, dumb,

Ignorant and greedy

The foolish pretend that all is well

While the world burns

And hope fades. 

The courageous are abandoned

And left to die

While the powerful rest in comfort

And lie every day.    

Without truth

Everything is worthless

And everything is cheap

Worthless, temporary

Disposable and dead. 

Words are only words

And tears are only tears

As we claw at each other 

For all the wrong reasons.

The joy is gone 

And our spirits are crushed

By the inevitable monotony 

Of sterile correctness.   

But God is always close 

To the broken hearted 

And he shall heal every wound

Even you 

And even me.  

We matter to him 

And he sees all 

Without respect for lies

Or excuses.