#49 Senseless

courtesy Roman W.

Closed eyes

and closed mouths

have we also closed thoughts?

To the repercussions of our propagated hate

that forms a cycle that never breaks

these hard, calculating stone shells of ours

except the one that holds

the deepest parts of

hell that sets aflame

our bodies

and everyone that holds

our hands

around this earth,

even if we never desired

them to be held...

We are this world

and though we isolate

ourselves more

than the oceans and

seas separating our regions

and continents,

when we burn

we also burn the ones

we refuse to acknowledge

as our sisters and brothers.

Deaf ears,

selectively trained to hear

only the themes

that we've self-explained

among the small circle

of our decaying brains

that can only understand

as far as the skulls

in which they are contained,

and thus

oblivious to the strain

of what everyone

plucking the eyes

out each other's faces

has left us to manage...

This solemn refrain

that has no melody

but just annotations

of unheard screams

and erratic timing

that dances on

skin numb from

agonizing terror

that falls

down like the

stacked dominoes

we really are...

Human beings killing

the earth, themselves

and each other.

Blind leading the blind.

Love cast asunder,

leaving us all

senseless

on a planet

where hate

is determined to prosper.

 #selahsaturdays

My Inspiration: Humanity's Continued Downward Spiral

                                            

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#21 The Hidden Ones

                                                          courtesy: Beatriz Martin Vidal

We vanished into the night

walking among threats

held by the daylight

on feet that had become sore

from the pain of survival.

Grasping to sweet memories, long past

so to conquer the induced fast

exacted by hatred’s womb

then birthed by the chill of indifference…

Voluntarily, we locked ourselves in

from fear of our own kin

who deemed us unfit to live

in our shared lands

though we bled, loved and dreamed

just as they did;

assuming out of arrogance

that this world was their own

they fought and killed to govern alone

forgetting that at the end of it all

there has been only one ruler that ever stood.

Darkness became our friend

In the small spaces and tight corners 

that were lent 

to us by those who gave us hope

that the goodness in humanity 

had not at long last 

faded.

We shriveled into

unrecognizable creatures of despair

and desperately thirsted 

for fresh ,open air

that once, 

taken for granted

had now become to us 

an unreachable luxury.

How many times did we cry?

till our tears evolved into

wells, refusing to be dried

then became floods of outrage

that mingled with the mockery of our own silence?

How many times did we ask

for this oppression to pass?

and sought answers to reasons why

it had been deemed fit to begin and continue at all?

Our children will die

without even understanding the reason why

their life was hailed as meaningless

before crowds whose faces resembled our own...

Why was it 

the blood in their veins

though one and the same

with others who reveled in

their destruction

without shame

was considered less human

to even let the round drops solidify

into guttural cries that were fit to be heard?

Our world sinks deeper each day

in this universal story of hate 
that has surpassed boundaries,

colours and tribes...

indecently repeated by the history

we quote, honour, promote

the same we have learnt

absolutely nothing from.

Cycles can only be stopped

if just one has valour to stand still

and fairly admit that in the domino effect

of our lukewarm ill will

we share the blame

and bear guilt towards our own kind,

.humans...

Whom through our insatiable need

for superiority 

have been by us divided

simplified, and categorized…

Stratified into sectors and numbers

to make our evil more tastefully applied

to polluted borders

already shattered 

by our  foul, reprobate minds.

Protecting what has never been ours to keep

selfishly rejecting before 

wondering...

What if they were me?

When the answer stares 

back at us steadily

from beneath our landmines

and empty shelled camaraderie.

Our meaningless pride

and the impending defeat

of power, wealth

and injudicious conceit 

has trampled

the spirit of brotherly love

leaving us 
the hidden ones...

in the advent of our own plight

and trapped in the pits of our own deceit.

                           #HistoryRepeats

                #Whenwillwelearn

My Inspiration: The refugee Crisis

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

The Hidden Ones 2013 2nd revision