Famine

Famine

A Poem by PoetryofProvidence

Give to me your sadness and I will give you joy

that you may know this the gift that our God employ

like the morning dew that lights upon the field

all of your sorrows will to your past be yield

 

let the light of love be the beauty your heart adorn

the cold and the darkness from your life be torn

be aware that with the gift  to calculate the cost

to die unto yourself and impurities be tossed

 

Oh elusive joy whose flight like bird on wing

where is the happiness that you I hoped to bring

I have sought your face that I might your splendor wear

searching all the hollowed haunts for your loving care

 

Oh dearth and emptiness where core is desert dry

surround the earth you do and we wonder why

I see mankind starving who do not feed on truth

without the microscope see mans dis-ease as proof

 

The garments that we wear are the mourners shroud

behind us left the glory the love you us endowed

Oh God of Love to your sanctum would I fly

to escape this godless place wherein we all die

 

The erosion of our souls where exists such vacancy

that distraction of our minds and our complacency 

but we like dogs eat our crumbs fallen from your fare

fear to partake the table you have offered share

 

like on serpents belly slither in the arid dust

lost we have the tracks of whats true and just

our fields do the curses thorns and thistles bare

our poverty of spirit the clothing that we wear

 

Oh come God of creation , offered freedom from our plight

dispel the gloom and darkness that exists our night

and slave we do in pain for our crumbs of bread

but what is empty cannot give life unto the dead

 

So few candles left that give us any light

in our weakened states to keep the laws of love in sight

that the price of love is that our life be shed

drink within pure water and upon your tables spread

 

this is just the prospect view of humanity as a whole

not as individuals who practice affection as a way of

life , after watching the documentation of the 

bombings on Nagasaki and Hiroshima I for a day 

felt ashamed to be named "human" the shear horror

of the capacity of mankind to terrorize his kin and 

use mass destruction as the excuse for peace...

© 2010 PoetryofProvidence


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