Wishing, waiting, and wanted
My photograph in a dossier
Tormented apparition, I am haunted
By the things I see today
Freedom has become a fuzzy dream
When I awake it disappears
Like tired eyes that slowly stream
Reality comes, but to wipe the tears
Love of many has grown cold
Like a turtle drawn into his shell
Lack of respect for young or old
Welcoming the yawning gates hell
No trust, no love, no hope or faith
Mankind has made his bed of blood
Grinning shadows lurking like a wraith
Things just as they were before the flood
Wishing, waiting, and wanted
My photograph in a dossier
Tormented apparition, I am haunted
By the things I see today
Freedom has become a fuzzy dream
When I awake it disappears
Like tired eyes that slowly stream
Reality comes, but to wipe the tears
Fierce we are, and anger comes quick
Easily killed for the slightest of slights
Those left with conscience growing sick
Around every corner murder and fights
Oddly enough, they protest the violence
Launch drones in the dark against those who oppose
Killing children, running drugs, media silence
Plead gun control, yet the emperor has no clothes
Media grieves for the thieves
Pointing us, to hate the robbed and poor
Expecting us to wear hearts upon sleeves
Surveying, if Simon says; then we adore
Topsy turvy, laugh until you cry
Close your eyes to see the light
Don’t you dare ever ask them why
FISA, NDAA, Patriot wrongs make it right
Things are not like they used to be. The good old days are slowly waning away. Living life nowadays throws us a lot of curve balls. Always wishing, Constantly waiting and forever wanting a better life to live. A potent and inspiring write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like tired eyes that slowly stream Reality comes, but to wipe the tears Mankind has made his bed of blood running drugs, media silence Plead gun control, yet the emperor has no clothes....this is a great poem, especially in the present political and living context, this poem has great living value. thank u dear poe. tony