What will it take
for your eyes to be opened
to the chaos that thrives in our wake?
How many lives must be lost
to our greed
for the bloodshed to come to a halt?
The devil waits not by the gates to hell.
He lives in you.
He lives in me.
Wickedness whispered in susceptible ears,
hearts distorted by a blackness of spirit
rotting us from our very core.
But we have one defence that should never relent.
Heaven is not a place on Earth,
it’s a world in which we spread only respect;
an ideal reserved for storybooks it seems.
I don’t often put a message with my poems but this one came from a place of true dismay, hence the simplicity of its words and meaning. There are an awful lot of things happening in the world right now that quite frankly make me feel ashamed to be part of the human race. It’s time we learned to respect each other as fellow human beings; nothing more, nothing less.