Within the Box

Man, placed in a box of rules.

Tolerated as long as he behaves

and doesn't wander outside.

His growth limited by its walls

with no room to add anything that might be new.

Is the world afraid

to have a new dessert,

one that may tickle the tastes

of those who see themselves as inmates?

Bound within this box,

their faith and beliefs are squashed.

The box dwellers are deprived

of their choice and preference of their own

likes, dislikes and that which makes them who they are.

Their individualism stolen.

Their personal freedom denied.

Their voices silenced by a sound proofing

created by the approval or disapproval of the elder.

There is no freedom within the box

when forced to live by another mans creed.

So What

So what

enormous words

those of a childs tantrum

when words are not to their liking

so what becomes the argument of choice

a sign that they have not matured

respect is never gained

using the words

so what

The Garden, Gone

There's no turning back as the garden is gone

the blue marble has had its day

raped of her resources

Trees and grasses, the rain forests disappearing

The ozone rent

carbon dioxide

not being converted into oxygen

not at a sufficient rate to support life as we knew it

The ice caps melting

the lands receding for the rising seas

weather patterns being disrupted

natural disasters bringing men to their knees

Man pit against neighbor for survival

and must now accept his fate

as he has waited too long to turn the tide

from his own extinction

It will arrive sooner than the hoped for later

Wall Street

My socks they have grown their own feet
They had said that the dog would be sweet
But there's been no relief
As she's turned into a thief
And that is why I have named her Wall Street

pawns

they come for our boys with their lies

their treatment as toys I despise

then with their last breath

our young men enter death

no more than pawns in the war mongers eyes

fade to black

hearts cold

filled with a loneliness

delivered by abandonment

thoughts muddled

with an uncertainty

of a blinded minds eye

spirits descend

to places far more dangerous

than the hell that took them there

once all becomes black

there is little chance to return

from the depth of depression

Keep Walking

The heart of the peacemaker

it'll will never be heard

there is no profit in peace

the greed of the hawks is far too great

they will never let loose of their cash-cow

so why do we continue to speak

why do we write poems for peace

when we know we preaching to the chior

if it weren't for our own sanity

I fear we would give up altogether

our words would dissappear

there would be no-one left saying

“there's a better way than war”

but a heart grown cold

it would only help to feed the evil

maybe if we could change one mind

one heart

turn one away from spoils of war

it would be a step

I guess that's why we keep walking

The Lie

Young men dead and dismembered

for control of oil fields

the lie of Iraq

More youth dead and disabled

protecting the poppy fields

the lie of Afghanistan

We are sacrificing our soldiers

to ensure the freedom of their people

the lie of the nation

Help

Serving the whores

our boys off to wars

returning disabled

from far distant shores

That's when they come home

fatigued to the bone

no sign of support

and they feel all alone

Now as if a young whelp

and begging for help

there's no answer delivered

to this loud screeching yelp

Where is our country

who've sent our children to die

then abandon the veterans

can someone please tell me why

April Fools

April fools

Trump and Cruz

it's you the public

they wish to use

Their greed for power

grows with each hour

and so many grown men

begin to cower

It's becoming quite clear

by those who draw near

these fools want to rule

through the use of fear