Woes On Troubled Toes Poem by John Sensele

Humankind hurtles along
Groping for a way out from caverns of shame
Where humankind drunk on wines of wrong
Wanders without aim, name or credible claim.

Humankind loses her way
Dissecting the human race into soporific slices
Bereft of reason to say sorry, to pray
Hikes under illusion and illusion influences sullied spices.

Humanity shares red blood
In America, Oceania, Asia, Africa and Europe
Regardless of the religion or region where a futility flood
Flows, blows or grows sliding and gliding on a somnolent slope bereft of hope.

Humanity on a collision course with perdition
Stresses fractious factors, tones down fruitful factors
In spectacles lost in a risible rendition
Promoted with pomp by injustice imitators and arid actors.