Though
my hands are quick to vent not in the choicest diction of a seasoned poet,
yet,
an outpouring of the mind and heart of a demeaned gentleman for soon enough:
Solitude
is misconstrued for sadism
And
sadism the exchange of melancholy
Neither
right nor wrong;
Perhaps
it’s the world’s way of judging things disorderly.
Our
temperaments are what has set us all apart
Unable
to explore their minds for we couldn’t be burdened in their shoes
Yet
we claim to have won the same shoes
Maybe
on different feet’s
They
were neither discouraged nor subsumed, trusting daily to meet with the demands
of communism from which they were ditched in the culture of materialist
consumerism;
Their
lives are but an open book glaringly starring at us all.
Theirs
is a collective aspiration,
Happiness
but the ultimate goal of the human voyage
Yet
some have been continually deprived;
To
live happily is a vision in a blurry view
Acceptance
is but a daily dream
This
has reduced us but to redundancy, yielding amongst us victims of society
wherein love is but hate and hatred borne with love.
Our
lives are but same as everyone else, for while the void lasted, they reached a
conclusion,
They
gave us a switch of sadism for melancholy;
Their
pain lies in low-self-esteem, self-pity, self-hate, and want for inner peace.
The hurt is being unhappy, unloved,
Misunderstood
as they awoke to the fate of the absurdist chasing after the meaninglessness of
life in the best of its meaningless form
For
the existential quest allotted they space in uncertain certainty,
While
uncertainty looms;
Haste
is made for fallacy is but a traditional religion
Examining
every knowledge and assumptions.
The
fear of annihilation in the hands of modern-day Nazis further alienates them
from the rest of us;
As
the chants of sadist echoes even loudest from all fronts,
Yet,
just one thing is enough;
A world where we are free-born
leading our lives freely as we celebrate and embrace our solitude
so long the company of Eve’s offspring’s eludes us,
Lust
is our momentary comfort working to kill the illusions of a protracted ailment,
christened life
Whence
our pains but grows yonder
That
special someone always waiting by the door, standing, smiling, and holding
hands, such as the companion that we seek
Though
a million tears flow forever,
We
would go on still until we are no more,
Because
the last ray of redemption has been ripped away by the men of the dark, whose
darkness knows no end;
Wherein
all is lost,
We
resort to our solitude for fate unknown beckons us all
While
we wallow in solitude and distrust
Let
the ray of shine wipe our illusions as we wash them away
Till
then there is no such thing as joy, love peace, fate and life’s emptiness is
but the vilest of all things and gloomy is the existence of mortal callous man.
Your
lights shall become ours
Our
lights shall become their source of life and a bearing for our darkened worlds
For
we breathe forth hope and faith
To
the downtrodden
The
wretched of the earth
Whose
toils and labours shall pay off!
As they
bury their tomorrow in the earth
The
almighty shall be their providence,
And
whence their travails are over
Their
song shall be heard loud
As
they make merry with all of their beings and
Their
lives shall become a beckon of light;
Faith
and hope to the wretched of the earth
Thence
forth; hope is the flame that keeps the candle burning
