The CynicA Poem by Laz K.The title says it all - this one is about cynicismThe
Cynic The
power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who don't
have it - George
Bernard Shaw Fools! You still believe? In fairness? In progress? Forty years Hammered my world view Into a sword that cuts
through The veil that still hangs Before your eyes Blinding you You look, but you do not
see The sadness in the world As part of the landscape It’s there In the trees, In the clouds In the cradles In the graves There was a time I could have died For you It was a child’s solution
to A thousand practical
problems To take Your pain Your sadness So that They might die with me It wasn’t love No I’m no saint I know Oh, but there was never
enough of Anything to go around: Food, money, time, words And what use is sympathy? Does it put bread on the
table? Does it warm numb limbs In the winter frost? Does it stop time? Does it? Do what you will Throw yourself From the high tower of Symbol and metaphor To the depths of Biology and banal fact Or call your Father Which art in heaven He’s but a hollow name Forever and ever A man What was I to do? I cried, oh yes! But only at night Secretly, silently I’m no saint, You know I still frown when I hear about Pain Need, and Hardship But I hang up the phone, Return to the dining table Lift the silver fork, the
knife I open my mouth I chew, I swallow I drink my coffee, and I put my head on a soft pillow That’s too good To be soiled by Tears © 2019 Laz K.Reviews
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