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.
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David Wakeling (
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Beautiful verses David and such a philosophical topic. Why do we feel that compassion is strictly a human quality when I have seen dogs display more than people, yet in what we see as savagery of nature she maintains population control and is not ultimate death for all the greatest justice and mercy that the universe could apply. A lovely write and a fave
You're right compassion is not restricted to humans.In fact most humans I meet don't have compassion at all.You are also right that savagery has the effect of balancing population.Thank you for your insight
You are most welcome David
Nicely written. Your poem revolves around the experiences of the neglected, the broken, and the forgotten members of society.
Thats us neglected and proud.Thanks for commenting
A theme and topic close to heart, the displaced, disenfranchised, the outliers and all the subcategories of belongingness challenged. A fave for sure 🤩🕊️🙏🏻
I know the feeling.For you it is"lonely is the man who understands".Thanks for commentting compadre
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