BewilderedA Poem by RonModern life as seen from a resident of a home for the elders!
“Bewilderment! Bewilderment! I'm in such bewilderment! Which toothpaste do I use today ? Colgate or my Steredent? Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Suffering bewilderment! Why do those (free of the sin,) take dose one of heroin? And children spurn their schooling free, obsess with vile celebrity?
Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Fretting with bewilderment. Isn’t it a mortal sin to fight in wars you cannot win? Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Save me from bewilderment. Why, in religions name, are babes in arms killed and maimed? Brave boys and girls sent over seas meet death for serving charity?
Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Bewilderment! The parish church, stony strong, where has the congregation gone? Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Godless in bewilderment! Be a Pagan, if you like, yet ten commandments? Just and right! Some worship another creed, revelling in pornography. Bewilderment! Bewilderment ! God save me this bewilderment. Bankers saved by public tax, while thousands honest lives collapse. Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Haunting me bewilderment. Women think ing (hand in glove) that giving sex will win mans love? Men still believe it’s ‘masculine’ to lie and cheat the ‘feminine‘!
Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Spare me this bewilderment. Without female we would not be free, from the Nazi tyranny! Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Never ends bewilderment. How are the idle youth round here, unemployed, yet drinking beer? Hooded youths make their sport by scareing folk with vile retort?
Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Never ends bewilderment. American dead at Anzio did not die for this you know. Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Dead Tommies at El Alemein turn in graves, again, again. Good men died in wars so cruel, still vile dictators kill and rule!
Bewilderment! Bewilderment! My future is bewilderment. My son has moved away to Frome. Six miles from this nursing home. Bewilderment! Bewilderment! Help me from bewilderment! Son, grandchildren are my dears. Haven’t called these past two years. Perhaps he’s busy. Yes, that’s right! I’m getting very scared at night! " © 2010 RonAuthor's Note
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