Crucible

Crucible                                 3/24/2016

Words are not enough

I am sorry to say

And reasoning is wasted

On a beast

Like a tear in the rain.

Man was

And man is

An invasive species

Always struggling

To expand and survive.

We migrate

And we invade

Competing for everything

Until we are matched by weapons

Or stopped by defenses. 

Killers are not moved

By sentiments

And killers do not pause

For poetry. 

Unceasingly consuming

Everything they can

Colonizing everywhere

To breed and control. 

The future will not be kind

To the foolish

Or the double minded

Because they will always perish

And fade away. 

If you crawled across

A razor

And survived

Then you might have learned

What it means to lose

And live.

I have drug my tongue

Through it

And suffered the stinging pain

Living long enough to know

What it means

And how it feels. 

I am a wounded bird

Held aloft by another

Barely making it home

But still somehow surviving. 

I forgave

And I moved on

But in the end

We must fight

And endure.  

Fools perish

Like sheep to the slaughter

Their foolishness used against them

Every step of the way. 

Many now are silent

But their silence betrays

Their feelings

Waiting for the scales to tip

To do what they want. 

Smiling inwards

And laughing among themselves

For the day we are out numbered

And shot in a ditch. 

We wandered far

And yes we always forgot

Loyal when we suffered

And wayward

When blessed.  

The pageant is almost over

And still we will not learn

Hating those who tell the truth

And protecting

Those who kill.