Damned To Dust Poem by Shirley Petrandis

Utter pandemonium

We thrive on sheer chaos

To have all that we so desire

No matter what the cost.



With viper eyes we look ahead

So numb to what lay waste

Pleas, but uttered grievances

And all can be replaced.



Mistakes are never challenged

And venues questioned not.

We hold a judges gavel,

Where reverence can be bought.



The more mayhem the better,

To shift the seeking soul,

Distraction, desperation,

We watch the players fold.



And high we stand upon our thrones

Of corporate entities,

With workers but a team of ants,

All programmed to appease.



Yet in the end we're all the same.

Bodies damned to dust,

For which our souls must answer,

To all we've done unjust.



Copyright/SJ Petrandis/2008