Groping For Light In A Grotto Poem by John Sensele

Youths seethe
Youths can't breathe
When chokeholds on nourishment necks jump
Fairness and welfare witness slump

Into corridors of hedonism
Caressed and buttressed by sadism
That devours fibres of honesty
Driven to periphery of integrity by travesty

Dressed in costumes of opulence
Rummaging through drawers of affluence
To stick the voiceless to crosses of want
Digging out roots of concerns that rant

Help us! Help us
My eyes are too hungry to fuss
But, they gaze at the void andvacuum in promises you make
At altars where famine our bellies you bake.