Even Cattle Must Be Heard
Son, what do you see?
Partying, dancing, sports, games…beautiful women, sighing
Close them…wait…now what?
People hungry, suffering, warring, dying
Pillars, sun and moon, black and white, crypts and stone
Now are you blind?
Opposites are the key; chaos, knowing they see us to own
Be not afraid of their cavalcade
They do not care, they do not share
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,politics,world