Drunk drunk drunk
The earth is drunk
Her crust now is hardened
Clumped by blood
Her ear drums are burst
Deaf to the screams of lives wasted
Insane, mad, sick
She spins and stirs her infection
When would conscience
Uproot evil genius?
How long would “peace”
Be spelt as “war”?
“We are one” Kiara echoed to Simba’s pride
When would we realize we are all same species?
“I pray that they remain one” Jesus prayed for His sheep
But we have chosen everyone his own way
As sheep who have rebelled against their shepherd.
And so the wolves have made us their feast
We too have taken turns to eat our own children
Because “I” has been made our blind-fold
We don’t recognize we are the same.
Our conscience is dead
Our sanity is lost.
When children of the same parents
Join arms with invaders in betrayal
It is clear conscience is another word for sanity
And insanity another word for foolishness.
Who do we blame if we dare?
Is it home training or choice making?
Rockefeller taught the boundary between need and greed
But how can we hear when we have been deafened by our appetite?
Gluttony in pride, greed, and self
Now we are malnourished
Our pot-bellys are full of skeletons
All else hidden but the bones refuse to decay
How more sad can I paint this canvas of pain?
Healing would come…it surely would
For I know my redeemer lives
I know darkness must yield to light
I am light. But my candle is burning out
Who would shine with me in this present darkness?