The Crucible...a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
A crucible of humanity
with a world now worn to threads,
embraced by few who choose to side
in nature's downy bed.
The rest all out for recompense
from a world depleting fast,
given all that is to give
to a race so narcissistic to last.
The crucible churns out fractions,
of human substance mixed,
aligned to prosper from ravaging,
running pragmatically down the list.
Insatiable, unstoppable appetites,
values long gone passed,
the game of acquisition,
the only meaningful repast.
Instead the honour of life's rewards,
and human learning elevate,
the darkness of greed and shallow wills,
like a plague of ills reciprocate.
Yet men still hone their blades of steel,
to cut through all who contend,
ruthless with no conscience heart,
they carelessly play to end.
The crucible now grows fat with those,
who ignore the learning of their forebear hordes,
taught to survive by force and greed,
no consideration for their ancestral seed.
And in dismissing outright the whispers of past,
to engage life with such disregard,
they end the potential of human kind,
without love and kindness to remind.
In our crucible of human kind,
where souls should find acceptance,
instead we disgrace our humanity,
claiming difference the bane of existence.
And now as our troubles fast increase to war,
we still disregard the elements,
the seeds of our past and all what we share,
on this journey accepting benevolence.
When will we learn?