The beast’s cry, laughs of his pain, <br />We wonder why, he won’t refrain. <br />For one who’s blinded, bitter wealth, <br />If love is sickness, what is health? <br /> <br />Where is feeling? Between the cracks, <br />Intend to get? You’ll break your backs. <br />Untimely end? A sombre sin, <br />Tis a game, - cannot win. <br /> <br />For he is anger, addiction, greed, <br />Oh why we ever feel the need? <br />You can abide, means all are lost, <br />Or stand and fight, - screw the cost. <br /> <br />So gaze into, our blissful skies, <br />Or do so through, unopened eyes. <br />Whatever pleasures us to seek, <br />When triumphant fate, is ever bleak. <br />-JS<br /><br />John Salome<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sickened-society/
