Crabs in a Bucket

Hate is on the rise it seems: nation against nation, nation against self, races, genders, generations screaming at one another.

The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring

~Victor Hugo

Whoever says that smiles are free is a liar.

The price is centuries of peace and prosperity,

A sky clean of the graffiti of bombers

Writing “death” over every city block in

Black smoke, making generations doubt that

God is love, that God is.  

Are we the seeds of Cain,

Bitter, blood-soiled, banished, marked?

Are we impure, inferior,

Inept, inglorious, incapable,

Prefixed for failure?

 

You should have hidden your treasures,

Your happiness, and your ignorance of

Our plight!

 

The lashes of fate hardened our skin

Our fistfuls of bitterness grew into pincers

And look how we stir to drag you down

Out of spite!

 

Blow us to bits, but

Our limbs grow back in time.

Make us suffer, but the teeth in

Our stomach will grind away at time 

Till you fall.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Laz… you are so
In depth through the Ages.. your message resonates through Tears and Years.. Be blessed. Pat