hidden sunshine;

it's a rainy day outside
the clouds are grey
young ones are frightened
of thunder and lightning
homeless ones searching
for shelter, a place to keep dry
cities are in chaos,
people are scattered
among the dark, dirty streets
where each is in solitude
and the unison is gone.

the only music left to hear
is the cries of despair
the sounds of gunshots
a symphony of stereotypes
and a drum kit of sirens
the album of soul-less humans
stone and cold from within
too overcome by the pain
to plead for sunlight
too angry at life
to search for it themselves.

our purpose in life
has become gadgets and cars
offices and fancy suits
money and power
and the essence of humanity;
love, joy, serenity
becomes missing
but we all forget to look for it.

the stench of the streets
has become overwhelming
a mixture of vomit and alcohol,
decay and death
where did we go wrong?
only few stop and wonder
what turned God's soulful
creations into iciles of
pale skin and bloodshot eyes.

what have we become?
drugs are the answer
sex is the escape
and it results in nothing
but homelessness
cold, murky, rainy days
of depression and despair.

hatred is the wall
that stands between us.
anger becomes
a way of life.
this world intended
for warmth, life and love
has become a desolate place
of despair, anger and death
spreading like cancer.

it was never
meant to be this way
the pain was meant
to be healed, the hatred replaced
with love, the despair
becoming our hope
and the cold should be
the haven of sunshine
where we truly belong.
what would God say about all this?
all i can think of is His pleading,
begging us toturn around and see the sunshine.