|
Friday, 19 September 2003
How it it we hav'nt found a cure?
Mad Human Disease ...
How is it
that we can make an animal into a machine
And feel no remorse?
Assign a number to its face
And line it up behind the others
And slaughter it
Without a trace of guilt . .
How is it
That we can turn a loving mother
Into a baby-producing machine,
Steal her newborns away
And stifle her cries of grief
And say she doesn't know
Doesn't care
Doesn't feel . . .
How can we cram them into boxes and cages,
Let them lie in their own waste
Crippled, swollen, deformed--
And shovel them
And drag them
And chain them
Like they're nothing more than broken-down cars
or scraps of garbage . . .
How can we grind up their remains
And feed it to the others--
Watch them take their fill
Of this make-believe grass
Then stumble away sick
While we count our profits
And laugh like nothing else matters . . .
How is it
That we see their gentle eyes,
Sense their gentle souls,
Yet still push it all out
And close the iron doors
And let destiny take its course--
Or at least the destiny we've created for them--
So we can have stomachs
Full of blood and fear and pain . . . The half-dead body
Swinging from the hanger
Welcomes them
One by one--
They bow their heads
And buckle their knees
While the blue sky outside beckons
and the free birds sing.
But all they see--all they have ever known
Is that one ray of hazy light
That streams in through a crack in the rafters.
Do they feel there must be something more,
Something outside this cold, iron-rusted hell?
Or do they simply go on counting the days
Never dreaming that because of money and greed and gluttony
They were put on this earth
To die--
How is it
That we can start a plague
And blame everything but ourselves
And watch them fall
And try to get up
And fall again
And turn on their cage mates
And turn wild and fierce
And then decide they must be "destroyed"
--yes, just like that, destroyed--
So that a whole new generation can take their place
And we can be "safe" . . .
The sea of bodies goes up in flames . . .
The smoke of death rises black into the sky . . .
And as the putrid stench fills our nostrils,
We experience a fleeting moment
Of what they endured their entire lives . . .
And the animal-machines are at one with the grass and the earth
For the first time.
And then, maybe then,
When the smoke has cleared and the ashes have blown into the wind,
We see that they are not machines,
That they are not stupid beasts--
But are victims of our bloody creation
And our savage design . . .
And then we watch the iron doors slam shut once again
And return to feed our sagging stomachs
And go back to our enviable lives
To complain about all the things
That don't need to be complained about . . .
How is it
That we can close our eyes--
Maim them--
Taunt them--
Torture them--
Rape them--
And justify it all by saying
That they were put on this earth for our use?
How many billions more must suffer
Before we stop to ask:
How is it
That we still haven't found the cure
For this Mad Human Disease?
Posted by tormented-angel
at 5:18 AM EDT
A Poem By Me:
.. tHis Is JuSt SuM ShItTy PoEm I WrOte! ..
HoPe Ya LiKe It!
-Waiting for tomorrow-
In this world nothing much happens,
All there is to do is sit and wait,
Wait for the world to end,
But what happens when tomorrow never comes?
We try our hardest to fit in,
By the time we do, we die.
In this world nothing ever happens,
I just sit here and wait,
Time goes by,
Tears are falling now,
Nothing has changed,
Everything is the same.
If the world ends tomorrow,
I can't wait,
Wait for all pain,
All suffering to end.
What is the point of life?
And why is it so crap?
I hate my life,
I hate you.
Why do you make my life hell?
All this pain I feel inside,
This pain comes from you.
Why can't you leave me alone?
Stop hurting me,
You're pushing me over the edge,
I Sit and wait for the world to end.
I can't wait till the day death comes,
Until then I will sit here and wait,
Wait for tomorrow,
Death will bring me happiness,
The world as well,
I know how you feel deep inside,
I can read all your minds.
Posted by tormented-angel
at 5:13 AM EDT
A deep relation of hate, no responsibilities 2 hold, The devil has taken me just as he has taken my soul
-Your Death>-
I SEE YOU, I SMILE,
WHILE ALL THE WHILE,
WE TALK,
WE LAUGH,
BUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT,
YOU WOULDN'T STAND STILL SO LONG,
IF YOU KNEW IN MY HEAD WHAT WAS GOING ON,
I'M CONTEMPLATING ON HOW YOU SHOULD DIE
WONDERING IF YOU WOULD CRY,
WITH MY KNIFE TO YOUR THROAT,
BARELY SLICING YOU WITH EVERY STROKE,
YOU SRUGGLE BUT CAN'T MOVE,
WITH THE ROPES CUTTING GROOVES,
INTO YOUR BLOODY WRISTs.
THIS IS HOW YOU SHOULD DIE
I MUST INSIST!
SLOW PAIN AND ENORMOUS FEAR....
A LAUGH FROM ME....
WITH YOUR EVERY TEAR....
....CLOSE YOUR EYES..
AND CLOSE THEM TIGHT....
IT IS NOW TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!....
...............goodbye
Posted by tormented-angel
at 4:48 AM EDT
Updated: Friday, 19 September 2003 4:56 AM EDT
Newer | Latest | Older
|
