A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry

Disturbia

Disturbia being the state of things,

I wonder about it all, where we are all going,

Through time and space our journey goes,

And the destination? No one knows,

I suppose all we can do then is make the journey one of happiness,

Enjoying and revelling in each other's successes,

Never have I followed life's ordinary course, having done things my own way,

It's so nice leaving the haters stunned speechless, with not much to say,

All the insults, all the doubts having being ebbed,

Its nicer to see you're not trapped in their hypocritical web,

What separates us from all other species is not our intellect but out expression,

Seamlessly we can engage in commentary on another fellow's decision,

Quick to judge and slow to empathize - that is the story of the human condition,

Using our God given powers to distort the truth and create division,

Wonderfully inclusive and uncharacteristically compassionate souls that we are,

We are the worst of God's creations by far,

Not because we endanger beings of other kinds,

But because we annihilate each other with the faculties of our mind,

We don't need the floods or famines or even the Devil himself to do it,

The human race will destroy itself bit by bit,

Not with weapons but with words,

Through our constant jibes, taunting and heckling we'll destroy the world,

Conflicts begin in the minds of men,

They become real only through expression,

Control your nasty viper like tongues my friends,

We will need each other at the very end,

If we are to survive our destructive tendencies and homicidal intentions,

Control over vicious selfish thoughts; think upon your own transgressions,

Think on your own sins you morally lacking fools,

I may be no saint but I am certainly better off than you,

Lying your way through life's challenges with your excuses so lame,

Treating life like a trivial game,

Disrespecting the people who tend to you and give you care,

Enjoying in their sorrows, how mighty fair,

You disgust me beyond saving; how glad I am to be alone,

Each time some new fool leaves I feel like I have grown,

Your forefathers must revel with pride and happiness upon seeing your lives,

Your airs and pretenses must be a sight for their sore eyes,

Well anyway my "holier than thou" diatribe comes to an end with this one line:

Can you touch your hearts and say to yourselves "I am a good human being with sensibilities fine"?