PATRICK MICHAEL

PATRICK MICHAEL

A DARKNESS REIGNS

This night is a reminder of a pall

that falls all over the world today,

the half-moon shown as if to forestall

what almost seems an inevitable play.

A play that bears close watching,

as the fog, dew and dark cover over the shining,

the brightness that once seemed catching,

fading into the darkness, no more a silver lining.

Where have all the flowers gone is sung

in rendition, fighting the sadness blighting,

but no one hears, much less cares among

the throngs that echo sentiments of fighting.

Warring factions, fools and fanatics thrive,

as saner folks wonder of that now lost,

of peace and hope of youth, lust remains alive,

giving pause unending, all bear the cost.

How will this play end? A disaster mending,

a war of the worlds, religions fighting for gains

against what was high and mighty, ever bending

the will to fight against A Darkness that Reigns.

A DAY OF GLOOM

As ancient ice melts in the polar caps

carbon dioxide feeds the rain forests

raising global fears while melting ice caps

rising temperatures move waters in crests

shorelines are encroached over all land maps

dust storms steal greenery, growth to suppress

deserts grow wild as food supplies collapse

rain forests burn up in heated distress

trees absorbing gases will burn to scraps

folks in dire straights, let their love regress

are overcome with hate, filling the gaps

they fight over crumbs to survive the mess

as our world churns, we see more and more flaps

building a day of gloom as we repress!

A POISONED WORLD

The future lies in the hopes and dreams of the young

drugs, poisoned politics, misplaced dogma among

the multitude of burdens about which they have sung

being misunderstood, having to bite their tongue

abused, awash in emotions, feeling unstrung

wanting to hit back, as if their soul has been stung

wanting to smile, their reactions become far flung

hurting themselves, hoping to take the pain unsung

when no one's looking, in the shadows, like black lung

playing games, avoiding climbing up the next rung

running, screaming in silence, never feeling done

the weight of the world on their shoulders, wanting fun

pushed to their limits by parents, thoughts of a gun

to kill, a thrill, their lives feel like they weigh a ton

lost in a poisoned world, finding no place to run

frustrated, feeling like losers if they don't stun

wanting an audience, their words never to shun

someone to listen, who won't make them feel outdone

to be given a chance, their dreams not a rerun

of their parents lives, wanting their day in the sun.

(c)

Patrick Michael