Elegy For The Suffering

For God granted us might,
and free will:
these are fatal.
A few worlds apart but all the same
protruding desert bones where life has rot;
ignorant minds fastened in large circits,
effectively evolving from man to hybrid.
to machine.

Destroying what we have left
expecting to survive
expecting that the dying are already dead
leaving them to wither to nothing.
The same kinds of genetic aberrations
asking the same questions
when will we see from other eyes?

The small shrinking colliding expanding
exploding scope of what is, where we are
is coming towards the eternity
is coming closer to revelation.
But why must we be so ignorant?
We were not built to realize,
but we are still expected to change?

Life is always contradictory
life is never fair.
The glass is fairly empty, but full
I watched people in different worlds just crash,
I never saw real poverty until that nightmare came upon me
and gave me a severe shake.

I condemned a spirit in my dreams,
my father's cry was faint,
as was his father's.
The swine of this world are my very brothers and sisters.
The dying family I have are the scary looking swollen children
with protruding bones and sunk in eyes,
with no such thing as a childhood;
unable to speak, sing, eat, laugh, run, cry...
becoming parasitic husks...
becoming dust.