The sun bleeds red in a blackened sky
They talk but say nothing
Too blind to even see the sun
They understand nothing

They complain of beasts, foliage and empty hands
Speak of physical defilement but do not recognize
Themselves as the instruments of aggression
They value the valueless and worship the emptiness

They polish the material yet pollute the spirit and heart
As waste dumped into the river of life
They confuse confidence with arrogance –
Anger with fury, love with lust

They cast a poisonous cloud
Over hope and tears rain in place of light –
Tears for the fallen, the ignorant, the oppressed
Enough tears to create a deluge –

Tears of destruction, mercy and release
To start anew in another place, another time
Or not at all