I Ponder Anew; Question: Old
I PONDER ANEW, A QUESTION, OLD-UNANSWERED, O'ER THE YEARS.
WITH WONDER...AS DECADES UNFOLD
AND, MANY, HURDLES: CLEARED
ACHIEVEMENTS, GRAND DISCOVERIES,
AND, HOSTS OF QUERIES, SOLVED...
YET: ONE, REMAINS A MYSREY,
TO THIS DAY, UNRESOLVED.
THE HUMAN RACE STILL REVELS IN
A FELLOW-SOUL'S DEFEAT!
TO SEE: ANOTHER'S LIFE, DESTROYED
MAKES OTHERS MORE COMPLETE.
QUITE DEEP: THE WELL OF HATRED WITHIN
MANY, TO THIS DAY.
CAPACITY TO LOVE, IT SEEMS,
MORE SHALLOW DOWN THE WAY.
PERPLEXING: TO OBSERVE A CROWD
SO STARVED FOR SACRIFICE!
BARBARIC NATURES OVERWHELM
PRETENSES, LAWS, ADVICE.
A FRIGHTFUL AIR OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
AND JUDGMENT DOES DESCEND.
THE TOXIC FUMES OF ANGER FILL
HEARTS OF WOMEN AND MEN!
ONE, IN THEIR MIDST, IS INJURRED, AND
THE STRONGEST SMELL THE BLOOD...
THEIR CRIES ARE HEARD FOR MILES AROUND
CALLING FOR EVIL'S FLOOD!
THE WICKED, ANGRY MOB HASTENS
TO JOIN IN ON THE KILL...
PARTAKING IN THIS SPECTACLE
ENOUGH, TO CHARGE THEIR THRILL!
IM SICKENED BY THE IMAGERY OF
THIS, I HAVE, RELaYED...
I SHALL ATTEMPT TO "tONE IT dOWn"
STILL...MY POINT WILL BE MADE.
IT IS A SCARY, BLACKENED HEART
WHICH THRIVES ON SOMEONE'S SHAME!
A SOUL, LONGING FOR HAPPINESS
FOUND ONLY IN THE GAIN...
OF KNOWLEDGE THAT ANOTHER HAS BEEN
FACED WITH TRIALS AND TEARS
YOU'D THINK, MANkind WOULD LOVE, BY NOW...
AFTER SO MANY YEARS!
SCREW PROPER WORDS AND PHRASES!
I'VE A STORY---I NEED TELL!
THE SMALL TOWN WHICH I DWELL IN
IS A LIVING, EARTHLY HELL!!!
THE "BIG CITY", 50 MILES, NORTH
SHOWED FACES ON THE "NEWS"...
"MOST WANTED", READ THE HEADLINE,
OVER PEOPLE, WHOM WE KNEW.
REPORTERS DID NOT HAVE THE NAMES
BUT, THE SMALL OBLIGED...
PROVIDING THE NEWSCASTERS WITH
EACH DETAIL OF THOSE LIVES!
TO FRAME THIS STORY PROPERLY
TO "SET THE SCENE" UP, RIGHT...
PLEASE. UNDERSTAND, MOST WANTED
WAS FOR SHOPLIFTING! THAT'S RIGHT!!!
NOT TREASON, NOT A MURDER,
NOT DRUNK-DRIVING, DRUGS, NOR, RAPE!
BUT, SHOPLIFTING, IT SEEMS, WAS
VERIFIED BY SHODDY TAPE.
SO, LONG BEFORE A JURY GATHERED,
OR ONE CHARGE WAS FILED...
THIS TOWN CODEMNED THREE WOMEN. ONE:
A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD CHILD!
THE PHONE LINES WERE BOMBARDED AND
THE BLOGGER'S FINGERS ACHED
THE SOULS OF HELL, DETERMINED GUILT!
AND QUICKLY SPREAD THE HATE.
WITH SPECULATIVE WORDS AND CLAIMS
NOT ONE COULD SURELY KNOW...
THEY FANNED THE FLAMES OF EVIL IN
A NASTY, PUBLIC SHOW.
OFF TOPIC, THEY DID VENTURE, TOO!
TO QUESTION EACH DETAIL,
OF THOSE LIVES THEY TORMENTED AND
EACH SOUL WHO PRAYED THOSE WELL!
TO THIS DAY, THIS GOES ON HERE
STILL, NO TRIAL DATE IN SIGHT...
BUT, TALKERS PHONE AND BLOGGERS BLOG
EACH HOUR, DAY, AND NIGHT.
AND, I AM LEFT TO PONDER...WHY?
PEOPLE ARE SO DAMNED CRUEL.?!?
IN THIS SMALL TOWN, WHICJ, I CALL HELL
LIVING AMIDST THESE FOOLS!
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