Crying Minds. by Carlos Ignacio Bover

Mankind tracking mankind’s paths;

Smoothing steps on soothing ways.

Relieving pain from conscience’s guilt

Demanding faith to bow at hilt.

Its human’s night dismissing light.

The so called knights! Though no-one fight...

For as they long for fair sleep

Neglect the way, and then they slip.

Starving famine not for loaf;

Crying minds for ancient oaths.

Empty cheering, conceited toasts

While others lack what matters most.

Nonchalant hosts of blinds appal

Contemptuous stare at what is fair.

And shall they never know

Why of peace they are bare

Nor that they continuously fall

At a hunter’s snare?