Love is so easily drained of its magnificence
when hope is crushed by insignificance.
Darkened by a world that was once delightful.
Distorted as its people become spiteful.

So the head of all heads cried into his sky,
"My people, why do you hurt those who try?
Misery is not a game, a sadist’s favorite toy.
What is it about love that you wish to destroy?"

And the woman lost, resting her head out of shame
as she sat fearful of all who like to play the game.
With bravery she cried out to the deaf, dumb and blind,
"Have you not yet found what it is you have come to find?"

The people all gathered to watch and laugh out loud,
while love was crushed under the revelry of the crowd.

Copyright © 2004 Sara Coslett