Spectator of Humanity

I've witnessed the grotesque face of the human spirit, walked the path of vagrants, winos, and illicit cranks, vomiting in the alleyways and dumpsters making excuses and telling lies.

I've watched corruption torment the beliefs of good men, cheated of their aspirations, feeding on broken promises, spending their lives shackled, subdued by evil and gagged by fear.

I've seen the system destroy generations by impregnating civilization with conflict, as the masses aimlessly wander, distracted by misconceptions, while power stokes inflated ego, bleeding the underprivileged, continuously stirring the pot.

I've found compassion and understanding hiding in the depths of the underground, terrified, only to overcome the odds to overthrow the plight of the destitute, shining light through the darkness.

I've looked in the eyes of evil men, shrouded in ego, wearing a veil of deceit, providing them with just enough rope to commit verbal suicide; a bystander to self destruction left alone to collect the pieces of shame that cover the walls.

I've viewed love at its core, in the eyes of a mother's sleepless night , the father prior to losing his son, the brother's defensive glare and the lover's admiring stare.

I can attest to both heaven and hell on earth and humbled to know there is no right or wrong answers, there is simply life.