I have an impossible task before me
Not daunted by the circumstances
That easily beset my ordinary eyes
To steadily project to you an Image
Unlike no other
Not to convince you to change
Nor to glory in the old time religion
But to instill an idea into you
An idea that should stir in you a revolution,
The way the pit that the information age,
The Generations long pit has dug
Not to get us out
Lest we fall back Inside, deeper than before
But to show us in pictures and in deeds
How we can get back to the surface
A surface bereft of the old time issues,
Unsolved issues that drilled large holes
In the fabric of our present day existence
A surface aloof of differences
Differences that damaged us,
Differences that birthed demonic ideologies
Differences that introduced imperialism
And planted in us seeds of racism
That even the globalization of our modern
Society were unable to cure
Yes, I have come with an idea
One that is certain will meet with resentment
But an idea none the less capable of evolving
Man’s way of life at these end times.
A subversion of our broken compass
The torn veil of the society
May yet not find a patching
But once this seeds begins its process
Of germination, a progress will be enacted
The footprints of the struggle
Though not noticed in the past,
Would find its way to celebration
The shifting of the human compass
From survival to dominion will herald
The predestined surface dwelling
Unreachable for years,
But never the less achievable.
Will come to fore,
And the generation old tale of woes
Of survival instead of domination will be forgotten.
I just wonder why people don’t drop by to read and comment on your poems?