Anthology of the Macabre

24 poems of separation, pain, depression and anger. All taken from experiences in my own life, so also quite deep.


4. Change

It's hard to see what need to be by the fleeting hearts of man. 
So much contempt stirs in us but rarely do what we can.

We are the wicked, we are the weak, we live for what we're told.
We bide our time to share our thoughts but soon we become too old.

We now leave trace upon this world that our children will see as fitting.
Nothing more than what we took will leave our people drifting.

Towards the heavens we set our sights, admiring the future ahead.
But what we reap is what we sow until our dreams are dead.

We are a plague, a decrepit worm feeding from our sins.
We are nothing more than the leaching shit on our fathers shins.

Our planet will die along with us and all that we hold dear.
For we fail to change our wicked ways because we live in fear.

But change we can, it's in us all, so raise your faces high.
Our day has come to make a stand, our time now draws nigh. 
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