Bleeding Heart Poem by ENOCH JOHN

My heart bleeds for the children of the future
Who'll face a terrible dilemma

Of shifting sands
And rowdy breezes;
Tyrant rulers gone berserk
Seeking after great gain and power;
And capitalist merchant misers
Who extract water from even
The arid desert sand.

Of multitudinous millions like sheep without a shepherd
Wandering around in mental and spiritual obscurity and
oblivion,
Boisterous, obstreperous and delinquent vagrants
Chiselled and formed by man's ''brilliant'' political machinations.

Of corrupt practices,
And brave men gone coward;
Of gross and widespread pollution of all types;
Of women who strip off their clothes
In a frenzied lunacy........
In a world gone raving mad.