Chains of Blindness

Chains of blindness

By Kean Riber

It is with great dismay I look upon our world.

Darkness is no longer in shadows hidden.

Tragedy of history repeats in an endless twirl.

Mankind’s suicidal workings are praised,

And thus Nature with black ribbons is laced.

I see that Lucifer our world in plain sight roams.

Hearts are now cast in hell made molds.

With greed and dishonesty we build our homes.

Beauty of life smothered by bleakish grey,

Which forces us our fellow beings to betray.

Blessed we are with the freedom of constrain.

Toil in abundance fills only half of bellies.

With numbing of mind we ourselves entertain.

The fog of ignorance sets us naively free,

And we fail our short-comings clearly to see.

We dance joyfully upon the flames of hellfire.

The soil of life will forever be scorched.

The progress of destruction we blindly admire.

The tongues of reality we brutally sacrifice,

And the living of now we thoughtlessly exercise.

I look and I see the disdain of what is to be.

The generations to come will fully pay.

I fear that the future will not set them free.

We have come to where time is not enough,

But I can no longer be silent and carry this bluff.

Any hope of turning things around is now lost.

Mayhem we can no longer try to escape.

But our small remains of good we must exhaust.

Towards our doom with courage we must walk,

And seek the chains of blindness again to unlock.