Poem: Beyond Disillusionment

We denominate world issues, and repetition becomes a bore.

We hear of the slavery, racism and war, and it affects us no more.

Distemper of land, dislocation of souls.

We now live amongst refugees, those without homes.

Arboreal vicinities, now dull and flat,

Where green hills once stood, now only plat.

As dark as the soil and useless as clod itself,

Like the trumpery you throw away, or leave unpicked on a shelf.

No vegetation, plantation or hope,

Yet we still overlook it, I wonder for how long.

Cataclysm was born and it grew healthy and grave,

Now it feeds on human souls and for the money we slave.

Statistics rise and the graphs just curve steeper,

Reject these ideas like Cinderella’s stepsister’s feet rejected the glass slipper.

Stop war nonchalance and imagine it was you,

Fighting until death for something untrue.

Propaganda is designed and crafted with skill,

But an open mind is what you were born with,

So don’t always follow the crowd just for the thrill.

Written by: A.E.S.

2017.