Critique Of The Modern Man Poem by Jevon Wray

It is a wonder truly

How I have grown duly

To the mysteries unknown

The answeries to which I now own



But..



I pause as I ponder

The irrationality of Man,

And how they grow fonder

Of the destruction that is at hand

Or at least to the absconder

The reconstruction it so desperately demands



Such disregard for practical matter

Consume and laze, our appetite only grows fatter

For money not knowledge,

To each other we flatter,

Though one is a priviledge, what of the latter?



Rats in a maze, racing for cheese

Amusing to Gods, from above we perceive

The decadence of Man, and in what they believe

The regression of thought, their own souls they deceive

Their bodies grow feeble

Their spirits have atrophied

Constant advocation of evil

Good will decrepit.



How often I speak in parables

My word complexed,

To the common man illegible

But to those not easily perplexed,

Multi-dimensional and worthy of utmost respect.



But let me now speak for those who hear but will not listen

For those who speak with meaning missing

For those who see but are blind to the mission



I can see your souls, naught but a simple whisp

Piercing gaze through your eyes

Easily unfold all your lies

To see your heart and mind remiss

Drunkards and druggies abusing gifts of the wise,

Opinion without reason our selfish demise,

You only live once,

Your motto each time before your body dies,

Refusing the lesson,

Numbing the pain searching for new highs

You are weak, as truth you dismiss

Embracing tedious lives in ignorant bliss

I'll pray for your souls, you will truly be missed



Oh,

If you feel offended by this

Resentment swelling in your soul, embodied in your fist

Before you scratch or bite, or vindictively hiss

I suggest you reread this

From start to finish.