Jezreel Street (Ghetto Gazing, Hearing the Hood)...

No longer

any Chance

in my Life,

there is Reason, 

Method to this Madness,

Earth filled with Sadness

as the billion

different Worlds spin,

each on its own Melancholy Moon,

Barren, Void,

Destroyed to Ruin,

Lost in Lonely Orbits

about the Dead Sun

that give no Warmth...

 

Fields laying Fallow,

Sheep Lost in Withered Pastures

Grandeur of SkyScrapers
Lost among the Shadow

they themselves cast;

Shepherds have become

the Last to Know

but the First to ask

for More 

(always More)

than their Fair Share...
 

Sept. 25, 2015