The intensity of my belief
In my cares
In my concerns
Pales in comparison
To the cries of the imprisoned
The refugees
The forgotten
Homeless
Lost
And my agenda
Dries up
In the face of the calamities
Arriving en masse
Individually
An army of distress
That assails the globe
Yet I still am impulsed
By ego
Fueled by individualism
Driven by emotion
Such as it is
I am an army of one
In disarray
Facing all enemies
Of perfection
While perdition waltzes through
Swanning a glorious end
To the end times
Or the beginning thereof
And so I wait
For the tipping point
Which might be so very near
Or maybe still light years away
But whatever the case
The misery remains
So many tortured souls
So many lives on hold
So many dreams untold
While we keep on keeping on
Doing what is wrong
And fighting what we do not need
To fight
But overall the tension builds
While we keep
Window dressing you know
We like to camouflage
Our targets and what it is we love
And hide our vulnerabilities
Beneath whatever it takes to conceal
What we really feel below
David Trudel © 2012
David–yes. So very powerful.