THE BEGINNING IS AHEAD

A poem about the attitudes I've witnessed. Sad, almost.

THE BEGINNING IS AHEAD

So many paths

For hearts a-pine

No winding roads

Or crooked lines…

Just straight out shots

To our beginnings

And on, we’ll march

To the end of time.

 

We’re never fine

With what we got

What’s far from reach

Is what is sought

The present is

All but a gift �"

Instead a ladder �"

Rising swift.

 

And when we die,

Onward we’ll look

Reflect on teachings,

Holy Book

We’ll wash our hands,

We’ll clean our feet

Then seek the beginning

That’s out of reach.

 

And some of us

Will go to Hell

For loving them

And hating well

The lines are blurred

The thoughts absurd

But we are righteous;

It’s the Word…

 

There is a tale

Of an enemy, hurt

He’s lying on

The very dirt

They pick him up

They take him in

They wash the blood off

Of his skin

 

And this is the story

We are told

As children before

The world was cold.

But where’d it go?

And where are we?

Beating our brothers,

Tying them to trees.

 

When drunk, you laugh

You spew out hate

You pollute the air

With your righteous hate

You’re looking forward

At time in Hell

And preaching against them,

To serve us well.

 

So many paths

For hearts a-pine

No winding roads

Or crooked lines…

Just straight out shots

To our beginnings

And on, we’ll march

To the end of time.