Life Is The Ultimate Slippery Hope Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Unworthy
of the calling.
Accused of all hateful
actions and things; taken
to cause destruction and annoyance
Cursing at life as all of the living's souls
scream; for the healing of some sought for
devotion. Never, ever sliding into; what it seems
to, be doing within the each of you who appear to enjoying
the sufferings of so many other human beings… Because these
many, many, so many people; are not "NIMBY"! And it is
they who are experiencing the that never-ending
tripping over of starting over in life; without
their families, friends and former lovers.
Possessing only an end to the mean
and wicked provisions of forced
migration across endless lands
hoping to find that safe and
welcoming station at which
they will make their last stand; as a human
being in need of assistance, kindness, tenderness
and a quite hug, from just one remaining soul who
so recognized this most desperate of situations! And
look at who and whom is forcing the hands of wickedness
forcing the tongues of vile and hateful rhetoric, forcing the
only surviving infants and children to have to die at sea; while
fleeing for their lives! This is not that expectation of a kind and
loving Father and Mother; of each and every one of you all on this
planet! God Damns You! And you know who you are. And you know
that IAM writing your names out of the book I carry! Phuuck the lot
of you beasts! That do not express empathy and basic human
emotional and sympathy for your brothers and sisters! Phuuck the
stool out of each of you disinherited idiots who have chosen to
idolize pride and profit and your own personal comforts and wealth
and stuff… over a simple act of kindness and concern for all of
the children of my creation! IAM on my way… and the each and every
one of you bad kids are going to feel the wrath of my will; beating
your bodies into queef smoke! I promise this! That you each will
be dreaming very terrible and horrible day and night
dreams; every night and day, until you see me at
that position over your heads! Dreams to rip
into the remains of your memories, put you
on your pathetic knees, begging me for
forgiveness! Phuuck you! You each
have enjoyed so much more than
what you truly need. And allowed
your greed to rule you. Phuuck you!
Any other hurtful pain I can cause you?
In your own preferred deviations from my
own thoughts, and guidance; you care to ignore?
Phuuck you all! Phuuck you all in your desperations
in you deprivations, in your schemes and accusations
to try and escape the coming absolute desolation that
will overcome the each of you and all of your relations!
Is this not the current insist and excuse the each of you
give to the pain and sufferings of all of those who are so
experiencing because you have turned away from family?
Indeed; your choices made, have made your lives, ones of
desperately begging to me; for the ultimate slippery hope.