Bring back faith and prayer
and a belief beyond ourselves
'I believe in angels, something good in everything I see'
Where is our freedom?
Is it lost for ever, like a wisp of smoke
Here one minute, gone the next
A harbinger of doom, gloom and death surrounds us
For we no longer believe in anything but ourselves
Frail, puny vessels made of flesh and blood
Defiant, stubborn, willful and filled with arrogance
mixed with stupidity
Humans
A paradoxical enigma that eludes even ourselves
Our leaders are instigating war
Against the express wishes of a country's subjects
Ego and narcissism rules supreme
Who are we to think that we are the be all and end all
of all things
Are we blind to the fact that
A people without faith
Are like the blind leading the blind
Divagating around and around in the same circles
Only to return to the same
Miserable state of being
Returning again and again
To repeat our mistakes
Blame and hurt others
Still we learn nothing
Doomed to apathy, impassivity and
uninterested detachment
A general disinterest in the well being of
our fellow man
has hardened our hearts and numbed our souls
I weep for you mankind, for us
Humanity has become death
Ego and self are our only focus
I, me, myself and I
Has become our motto
What happens when basic freedom
is callously trampled upon
And innocent lives
Pay the ultimate price
Let it not be our mantra
We have found war instead of camaraderie
We play the game of tug-of-war very well
Unsure of who or whom is actually winning
Who is winning?
We should ask ourselves that question
For the answer is
No one
Who is losing?
Everyone
We are all in that proverbial barrel
rolling down the hill
No picture of the unscathed avails itself
Find faith in something greater than yourselves
Something outside of yourselves
You alone can decide what that
entity will be
Awaken world
From your unbelief
It may be later than you think
Find your mantra
Maybe...
'All for one and one for all'
Let everyone know that
'You are the sky. Everything else is just the weather.'
Quote by Pema Chodron, Tibetan Buddhist
N.A.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
Every new day is a blank slate. Write something new.
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