Life Makes No Sense, Why Should I?

He may say, “It is black”
She may say, “It is white”
And in the conflict of certainty
I will forever wonder who is right

The highway is full of peril
Surely someone has a better idea
But once my soul is delivered
I will forget about Mecca and Judea

If I say no man is my enemy
It is about men who used to be boys
Before they were taught to hate
Before someone broke their toys

Unsure in the beliefs of the spirit
These men wish to validate their path
To tell me of the journey
And speak of peace and not wrath

The constrictions of doctrine
Serve neither the obedient or the free
Once you make up your mind
You are still held in captivity

Do you have something to say?
Or is it something to sell?
It seems as if I am being marked
For I must pay for what you tell

We see the birds as being free
But they can only be what they are
A hunted prey living as a muse
Pecking the ground like a hungry beggar

We see the violence and inhumanity of other cultures
And we are fearful of what they might do
Yet a savage world trembles at night
Because of those who believe they are God’s chosen few

Someone is throwing rocks at us now
We’re not dinosaurs so a celestial body is no worry for men
We can survive anything with prayer and arrogance
Because who would abort their child before it is born again?

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suziecat7 4 years ago from Asheville, NC

I really like your poetry. This one was deep enough to read over again. I particularly like your fifth stanza - so very true. Voted up!

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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you suziecat. I appreciate it...

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Very thoughty, Mark. The metaphor of the space rocks is most timely and carries the meaning you assigned to it, - perhaps. Something to ponder, for sure. Well written!

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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Hi Nellieanna - Thank you for reading this... "Very thoughty" That is a new way of putting it! Yes the rocks have gotten my attention. What the heck is going on?

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Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

Very deep and I enjoyed it.

Here's to so many more for us all to share on here.

Have a wonderful day.


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Eiddwen - Thank you again for reading one of my pieces and commenting. I truly appreciate your interest. You too on the wonderful day!

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

One wonders, Mark, - much as primitive humans wondered at lightning, earthquakes and spontaneous fire, I guess - and perhaps a few meteors of their day!

We live in an insecure place in a boisterous universe. Despite our wondrous advances, those 'givens' haven't changed, nor are they likely to do so.

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