Morbid Introspection

For all the words written  
and all the pathways beaten,  
and for the times of the past  
i write my poetry  
 
For all the life's seasons  
and the heart ones without reason  
and for the true, real emotions  
i write my poetry  
 
For the woman in her harem  
And for Adam meant for them  
for the children begotten  
i write my poetry  
 
For the poor with no home  
and the drifters who roam  
for the beggars who beg  
i write my poetry  
 
I write my poetry  
to cool the flame that burns  
i write my poetry  
to stop the time that  turns  
i write my poetry  
to the white hearts of the  children  
to their innocence that is taken  
  
I write verse to reverse the situation  
when truth has sadly changed direction  
when black has become a good harbinger  
and the white, an ominous life changer  
 
 When optimism is the sick ones' slogan  
And pessimism is for the healthy ones  
 
when you are completely swaddled  
in golden silk and comfy nestled  
when you have mansions and castles  
and you still complain 'bout sadness  
 
And you wear a shoe that costs a wealth  
while you feel the pains in your health  
its a sorrowful situation, you are in  
when all the Earth in not enough for you