No Solution In Plenty Pollution Poem by John Sensele

In wrong places I grope for the solution
Refusing to see beyond my nose
Choosing to multiply pollution
Thereby attracting more heartache without pause

When I brush aside the faith
Which opens the way to the peace
My mind needs with every breath
I take if to God I give pride of place

To promote justice, fairness and solace
I need the most in this hour of darkness
In the life I lead groping for a lace
Embroidered with distress and restlessness

I continue to increase
As long as I seek help from simulated sources
When my energies ought to decrease
The loss my soul nurtures, deploying in vain my best resources.