Phantoms of the Oppressed

Desire dies slowly
scorched of abandonment
fate bred to face all alone
silence of suffering.

Children cry from distortion
women die on end
the cold sense of torture
killing every instinct within.

Fanaticism, blind cruelty
the mind to be God
debased in nature truly
as blood flows from hearts.

Winds spin- raging eddies
greed bloody, tears
by hypocrisy...
religion, atrocities.

I search the distant blue
death by rules
voices forgotten, trodden
from a world unkind.

The arc divide
broken skies
relief flees the innocent;
sometimes I cry, pain
the despised in ever shifting winds.

Politicians driven by riches
labor for the elite
vultures with calculating eye
the poor to deceive.

Weary worn souls release wishes
never realize, cries of misfits
linger before society
with twisted ideologies.

The world is dead of pity
as jewels are scattered
at sight of the rising sun,
but nothing else matters.