Gehenna.
Come look over the fence at me and try to understand.
We’re born where we ‘re meant to be our “Never Never Land.”
All brought up the righteous way, or so our Father’s think.
Our parent’s version of the world is from the cup we drink.
I’ve watched the men in business suits who want to change my view
To make me rich, to cleanse my soul, to help me start anew.
But who you are runs through your veins, it cannot be subdued.
A product of your childhood, the outcome that is you.
Come meet with me on common ground and talk of what we know.
The principles we hold so dear, forgotten long ago.
A version that’s instilled in us and forged within our youth.
Each and every one of us is searching for the truth.
A world of different colors and yet painted all the same.
A multi-cultured karma, known by a different name.
And what about the crooked men, where do they reside?
Somewhere in our conscience the crooked man will hide.
We gather all together and give our tribe a name.
We revel in its glory, refuse to take the blame.
We look for the familiar, that’s where we are at ease.
We look to our progenitors, hoping to appease.
We fill our time with compromise, we gaze towards the sky.
We search for self fulfillment, we seek a further high.
We look for reassurance, that all will go our way
That somewhere far beyond this life, we’ll live another day.
We hope to get our just rewards in some far distant plain.
Looking for the answers will be our lifelong aim.
Is this armageddon, Is this all we fear?
Is this far from heaven? Is Gehenna here?
Are we damned forever in ignorance and greed?
Rivers filled with the tears of people we can’t feed,
Who will guide our future ?Who will take the reins?
Lead us to deliverance.and take away the pain?
Our leaders are mere mortals, who only understand.
The selfish sole ambitions have no love for fellow man.
Treachery comes nearer, it’s knocking at the door.
This is no rehearsal Gehenna’s here for sure.
- Author: Chris Duffy ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2022 02:24
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Comments3
'Our parent’s version of the world is from the cup we drink.'
this line is so deep
even Dante, would be hard pressed
to dig it out
from either his Inferno or Paradiso...
(a great write
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
Thank you my friend. I really appreciate your critique.
The Valley of Hinnom and all that it stands for. Surely a wake up call. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for your kind critique.
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