The Clarity of Reality...

You really don't want to See

the Homeless in your town;

"Go die where we won't See,

someplace where you won't be Found"

until the smell brings

the Police around...

Here's a Band-Aid

for your Arterial Wound,

let me Warehouse you here

where the bed bugs abound

and close f0r the Weekend

and on National Holidays

and not before nine

and not after five

'cos at those Time, to us,

you're not Alive;

then let me send you to Jail

when your Frustration

and Anger explodes,

let us clog up the Court System

with this Tragic Overload,

let me look with Disdain

because you can't explain

yourself or your situation

because you're only

part of an Equation

we can never Understand...

Generation of Vipers,

Ass Kissers,

Condescendingly Rude,

Jaded, Self-Ingratiating

Liars and Thieves

making your Living

but not having a Giving Heart

or Understanding Soul,

full of Self-Serving

Hypocrisy and Ambivalence,

doing little Good and more detriment,

you see the Problem

as it Exist

and still the Deterioration

Continues...

All this in whose Name?

have you so little

Conscience,

go about without a Drop of Shame

at how you continue

with this Worthless,

Wasted Effort

(No, not even that)

you merely tip your hat

at the Homeless

and wish them,

"Have a Nice Day",

and ,oh, not so subtle,

"Fuck You,

keep out of My Way"...

Lord, tell me He

is already Risen

and is Coming to Save

the Forlorn, Forgotten,

the not even known

to be missing...

Those who have an Ear,

Listen;

to your own Empty Words,

Empty Lies,

Empty Hearts,

your Humanity is Missing

and you Know Not,

for in Reality

you Care Not;

you just hope your

little enough

feeble attempts

(if that)

will keep you

from the Hot Spot,

but it will not,

for the Lord Sees,

fall to your knees

for it is already

too late

for all you

Diseased Souls;

Fear the Trumpets,

they Sound soon,

they Sound

your Doom;

Fools, Vipers,

Generation of Degradation,

your own Twisted Creation

will swallow you whole...

Lord, Judge me Worthy

to see Your Coming;

Know I Tried,

Know I Cried;

Lagrime Mundi,

Familia Fundae,

Orbis Erratum

but leave the Earth

to your Lamb

turned Lions

by Your Hands;

allow me my staff

to fight alongside Your Host

when You Decide

the Fate of the Most

and the Reward of the Lesser;

I await

at Your Leisure;

all thing in Your

Good Time;

Your Will be Done,

not mine...

Feb. 18, 2016