Why, O Why? ! Poem by DM W

O Why is it that you are so distracted
By such pedantic, trivial matters when
There are truly dark things that must be exposed? !
You need to dig deep with Creation's fine pen.
Why is it that you prefer obscure nonsense
To rhyming compositions that truly sing?
Why do you have to look through the narrow lens
Of faux identity themes and what they bring
To one's attention? Much more pressing concerns
Are avoided by you, as I fear you're trapped
In a self - imposed prison and cannot discern
The difference between politically correct crap
And the scale of real injustice in the world
That screams out to be heard. It seems so senseless!
Why not rage against the machine with fiery words
Instead of kowtowing to the cold liberal consensus? !
My poems are not forged by the fashions of these times.
Like the moon they glow and like the sun burn on
And on, night and day. For I can translate signs
Like the prophets of old. I can gaze upon
Light, beauty and darkness in equal measure.
Ultimately, my poetry will prevail
Because it is concerned with seeking treasures
Spawned by the eternal not by fleeting days.