An Awakening Where Poem by Louie Levy

5: 02 AM

there's something special, about some people, some feelings
just won't let go, won't matter, just not forgotten, forgeting the
evils of man, kindless terror would hardly be, of some worth to
feel, but it is felt, white washed as unreal, folded and creased to
trash the recycle bin, awaiting the 'morrows of -

another sunny day,
the while homes are devastated, sun survives, fleshless
wings monopolize skies, technology invades lifes gift of
atmoshere, to even greater vantaged killing hights,
back yard feeders are left,

featherd wings, animals are expelled to extinction,
matters not to the grandures of some, as un-special
humans are worth less of themselves -

O, say,
fail to hear read, plead with silent prayer, unlistening of voices,
screams of pain, the depths of which echoes and circles Earth,
where no other planet is known to be, likened our own inhuman invaders,

Why then do -
ageless 'Poets' cry and be not heard, of feelings that
source from predictable abberitions, dreams,
that of victims, fall prey to earths conquest, while
rockets red glare, and bombs proudly burst of blood and
distruction, is it to reason why, or just to die, score up
to man's kind inhuman purpose to compete for that which
must be finally relingushed-

To their own sadly denial of mortality

6: 11 AM
5.31.2006