Breakings

The breakings of the human soul are drowned in others deeds
These breakings convolute us and detract us from our needs
The artist will always be the victim in his own mind
Even if the façade shows this being as humble and as kind

Oh there are so many roads all waiting to be traversed
So many roads to be picked at our much valued discretion
Yet we are spoilt for choice and even portray ourselves cursed
But remain doubtful and clueless as to our own transgression

The child will see a field but
A field is not within his sight
His world will form his images
Be them of beauty or of plight

Nature’s bounty doth abound
It gives few, epiphanic or aesthetic pause
The vision of others in power shall hold
Destruction in justificatory cause

Screaming are those bodies that matter simply aught
The collective conscience can be assuaged
By bleeding our hearts then turning our backs
Both accomplished within a single thought

There is much we can do and much we cannot
We have these damned lives we must lead
There is just one entity which cannot be forgot
Thy self, our embraced 21st century creed.