A prophet for skin and bone

skin and bone

see no evil hear no evil speak no evil 

what words will open the eyes, 
there's see no evil flicking through the tv guide, 
occupied minds never see outside 

speak no evil stands empty inside, 
thoughtless of word thats leaves the mind 

as soon as events have passed,

hear no evil, 
missing the message but hearing it still, 
but hearts and spirit clouded never recalling the lyric

thinking back 
those cheeky little monkeys 
were always around sitting 
proud of place on gran-mays mantel.

broken play grounds, 
shattered dreams, 
Scattered face's, 
tears and screams, 

would we flicker through UN open eyes,

Thurs be falling empty sighs,  
turn our faces to the side, 
deflect our gazes fay flowing tears, 
if that was our children broken with fear.

would we scream a rawer in crowds,

 

or change the topic to idle hands,

sit back allow all to be lost 
if that was our children.

Is all so lost?
we so far gone? 
we can't with our eyes shut, 
nor can we feel with hearts looked
see the broken lights fade out,

will we never let our self heard, 
hear the rivers of tears flowing, 
building up for this dam of distraction, 
shall his tatterd torn heels bleed the world.

speak no evil stands emtay inside, 
thoughtless of word thats leaves the mind 
as soon as events have passed,

hear no evil, 
missing the message but hearing it still, 
but hearts and souls clouded never recalling the lyric

thinking back 
those cheeky little monkeys 
were always around sitting 
proud of place on gran-mays mantel

skin and bone the children off our world lay dining.
as the light of every soul sit fading, eyes closed,
bombs fall out of the sky from robotic drones, 
theirs a turning in our life's.

don't we all feel it inside the face off god is turning away,
as his tears swell up his heart for his fallen.

A prophet will come with wisdom.

Will we never see, 

hear or speak.

A other family torn apart, 

Our depression thinking.

Life lost in senseless distractions. 

Reviews

[Neville]

I still got three brass monkeys & try to base my every day on the ancient message attributed to them. Nothing wrong with that at all, keep writing my friend, I feel sure you have important insights and words to convey. All Good Things, Neville

[JuniperPearl]

And they
They lived lives trapped
trapped in their homes, their minds and their streets
The speak, hear, and say what they like
yet all of it meaningless...and all of them as good as mute

They do not see, nor do not have even but one care
for the world as it is
filled with it's misery, sorry, and pain

They are content to live life
staring at technicolour boxes
filling their minds with useless idle babble

But the biggest sorrow of all
greater than the loss
of what they could give
to all the world
is that they'll never know
the world as it truly is
which is that it is also filled
with joy, and love and beauty
richer than any technicolour dream.

[JuniperPearl]

Another poem for you poem, as you have done for me. Hope you enjoy.

[Sirius King]

this is really good, i have been thinking about doing a poem surrounding this same issue of hear-speak-see no evil, u did a great job!

favorite line:
don't we all feel it inside the face off god is turning away,
as his tears swell up his heart for his fallen.

[BIIKAY]

OCCUPIED MINDS NEVER SEE OUTSIDE! ----THAT IS MY FAV EVER!! LOVE IT. OVERALL IT WAS A GREAT POEM!!!!

[Michael Soul]

thank you for reading this!!!