Kneeling before God’s design,
And I wondered,
There, in the silken line,
A fly, struggling, and I pondered,
What kind of mind?
Would, such innocence destroy?
It must be, most unkind,
I got up uneasy, and realized, a ploy,
Food, for thought,
And thought, for food,
That’s why, this fly got caught,
By some, rapacious brood,
But, is it any wonder, why,
When eating, and shitting,
Makes the world go round, I sigh,
You say, you knew, no kidding!
This carousel, you can’t get off,
This, madhouse to escape,
Yet, there’s always love,
You’ll have to die though first, you ape,
But, you’re hanging in, for all it’s worth,
On bended knee you pray,
To whom, to God of course,
You’re in a fix, what can I say?©10/06/2012,
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This, madhouse to escape,
Yet, there’s always love,
This very much expresses the same theme that I have tried to share in my latest poem posted here a few days ago. Thank you for provoking thought, Jasmin. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Ron
This, madhouse to escape,
Yet, there’s always love
And we truly need much more of that these days in this modern madhouse we live in.
one i want to see and experience..there is so much
going on here, Jasmin, it spins and whirls not
just in your head but in this reader's
i like!
john