The Human Condition

If I could, I'd make the bleeding stop.
I would change time and space to make it all better.
The frozen landscapes kill, just as easily as the raging fire torments,
Around and around go the cyclical rhythms of life,
Giant loops of action and reaction that never relent,
Truth be told the memories could be wiped out
And perhaps there would be a stillness,
Perhaps there would be so much less to be tormented about,
Regardless of the visions the compulsions grow stronger not weaker,
In the guise of progress the fallout is inconceivable,
The damage done irreparable by what it creates,
Yet still there is a peace, an understanding within the cycle of time,
With infuriating hardships that turn into lessons that only pain can bring,
With a suffocating patience, perhaps the trees would always sway
In the gentle breeze and the birds would always sweetly sing,
The moon and stars would shine with carefree abandon
And light the way in the darkest of nights with a merriment
And the sun would give a warmth to the air without harm,
There could be peace on earth with people fed and content,
Life for all becoming a radiant and just affair
And the value of such treasures would be unknown,
Because there would be nothing to compare;
The smiles would be vacant and the contentment contrived,
The tragic vacuousness of living without a care.
Yet if I could, I'd make the bleeding stop.
I would change time and space to make it all better.


J.Bibi