The Neglected.

David Wakeling

The impatient flock will abandon a lone bird with a broken wing,
The other birds will peck the eyes out and leave the weak to die alone.
Nature has no conscience, it only has the surviving and the dead.

This is the tragic age of the neglected who cannot even sing.
Their proud voices are hushed by the competition, so much they lack tone,
And they fall back to the forest of pain and the quiet woods of dread.

An unwanted child dies a thousand times, knowing his life is nothing,
Neglected and ignored he embraces the cold that chills to the bone.
And will often end the torment with a trembling gun to his head.

Oh Mother who does not care,
Let your lungs break without air,
And let your heart stop in despair.

There are poor sad souls who are starving and others left with no water.
They do not see kind colours anymore everything is black and white,
They do not smile at the beauty of a sunset it hurts their old eyes.

The humble deaf, the blind, the aged and the slow lead to the slaughter,
Feel nothing but abandonment as day breaks  the closing of the night,
The neglected are the soldiers fallen in battle who cannot rise.

Wealth will not temper the forsaken son or the stranded daughter.
The gangs of forgotten men are gathering outside ready to fight,
They have not been made feel special and have revenge in their cold eyes.

Oh God who cannot be ,
May you angels be with me,
And reveal there is beauty to see.

There is beauty and peace here if you care to  look,
Take a walk, through clover fields and down to the brook.
On a blue day see the yellow Sun,
Tempting Life to come out and have fun.


  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 17th, 2025 19:53
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  • arqios

    Hey there David, good to see you back🕊️🙏🏻

    • David Wakeling

      Thanks compadre

      • arqios

        I’m sure curiosity will have its day . For now it’s back to regular broadcasting 🕊️🙏🏻

      • Poetic Licence

        Welcome back and with a wonderful write, in a world where we chose to see only what is in front of our noses, when there are so many around the world who have been abandoned and left out of life, nicely expressed and written

      • Goldfinch60

        Beauty and peace are always there if you care to look. Good toi see you back David.

        Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        The contrast of man's value of compassion and pity and nature's survival clash in this poem where nature is viewed as harsh and uncaring while nature's beauty raises questions as to whether man's values are better of nature's. Deeply philosophical and a fave

        • David Wakeling

          Thank you so much for your insight mi amigo

          • sorenbarrett

            My pleasure

          • Tony Grannell

            Good day, David,

            A very well written and composed passage of poetry, bringing together both man and beast in the horrors and tribulations of life until the final verse where beauty reigns beneath the yellow sun of joy. A great poem in all. Very well done indeed. I'm delighted to read your poetry again.

            Wishing you all the very best,

            Tony.

            • David Wakeling

              Thank you so much for your understanding. Mucho appreciado mi amigo



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