tears over red tears
genocide blood floods like rain
mankind soon shall drown

Warnings come to us in many ways
They often change throughout our days

From Mother’s directions when we crossed the street
To Father’s cautions about those we meet

Teachers tell us not to cheat
Explaining the actions we would meet

Then there are those things
That everyday life brings

A son whose children are now wed
Alerting us to how much time has fled

A reminder our days have flown by
More often we think about the day we will die

The sleeping souls of trees the castle
woods and wise guards of natures
thickets
below the one track mind of
scuttling
Squirrels and skittering hopping Jays

The earthy scent drifting towards

the nostrils. my dots and brown spools
look up to the splashed, washed
sky
coats of Dragon fruit, watermelon red

and Atlantic hues married by the
golden
shimmering disc spearing its arms of
youth

I don't get it,
never did!
So much suffering,
when will it end?
The day is long,
the night is cold.
People on the street,
are bought and sold.
They're living in boxes,
dealing drugs to cope,
They're bathing in the river
Avoiding the police
to escape the rope.
Tormented by demons,
of thier minds making.
Get ready for denial
and a good shaking.
bereft of all hope
off to the abyss