Tag: Humanity

Love Is a Child

Love is a child; it beliefs fairy tales –pleasantries, fantasies, and happy endings.Love is a believer; it blots out reasoninflicts its wounds with unfathomable sensibilityafoot, light-headed it condones deceits’ daring –you can make a man out of an ape.A Rake; can be reformed to… Continue Reading “Love Is a Child”

Man, Man, Oh Man

Man, Man, oh Man,Earth breeds no feebler beast than theeStrange how your beauty has gone forfeitYour world deaf to hope, deaf to its deathDestitute of honor, deprived of honestyGreed gags you down to the deepWorry queries many but few answersMan, man, oh man has… Continue Reading “Man, Man, Oh Man”

Money is Only Paper

He’s mad,if a man is after moneylike a fugitive on the run.He’s a capitalistif he keeps itby whatever means necessary –ruining anyone solely for profit. He’s a playboyif he spends itwithout a careon booze n’ boobs.A never-do-wellif he doesn’t get itat the dint of… Continue Reading “Money is Only Paper”

Man

A Sermon

7 Social Sins there are:Wealth without work.Pleasure without conscience.Knowledge without character.Commerce without morality.Science without humanity.Worship without sacrifice.Politics without principle. Copyright © Frederick Lewis Donaldson |1925 Frederick Lewis Donaldson (1860-1953) was an Anglican priest, well known as the Red Vicar of St Mark’s Leicester, and… Continue Reading “A Sermon”

War is for the Poor

Vultures don’t feast on the caravans of the affluentFlies and worms banquet pleasurablyOn the carcasses of the vulnerable,War is for the poor.Guns and bullets prove their mightOn the harmless bodies of the poorMass graves willing to embrace their bodiesWar is for the poorWar does… Continue Reading “War is for the Poor”

A WORLD WITHOUT TEARS

Think of a world, a world without tearsWhere a man can live for a thousand yearsWith never a grief, an ache or a painAnd never a thought of dying again. Think of a world where a man plants a vineHe can sit in its… Continue Reading “A WORLD WITHOUT TEARS”

A Nightingale Sings…

I AWAIT

Although the ports at the momentmay have lost their bustle and urgencyand the roar of airplanes at the tarmac silent and idle,very much like empty stands at soccer stadia in Italy,spectators and gladiators locked-down by an unseen foe. Although the chattering of voices,blasting of… Continue Reading “I AWAIT”

The Gospel…

Happy are you o man, who finds meYour paths of inquiry into my abode not withstandingFor I answer everything you call meHave done so with no iota of my wits bending. Happy you are if you house me in your roomI am money, I… Continue Reading “The Gospel…”