Sunday, May 1, 2016

Cannibal feast

This wasteland
Once a land of grace
Where once
Nothing but serene winds
And beauty kissed the surface
Of the earth, paradise was this place
We twist over our desires
But cast our doubts upon the land
Leaving behind our toxins
Never thinking, never knowing
What it is all about
We choose flesh and sin
Over hope and restraint
Who are we to ask
For more than our share
We've dumped our portion
For it grew cold
Begged for pity
Even despair
While staring coldly at the hungry crowd
While we've had our fill
And stand in line for more
To become fat
Obesity is our proof
That someone loves us
Someone comforts us
Wrapping the arms about us
Because there is no justice
And we pass before we realize
Life is not a race
Not a contest of acquisition
But a collection of moments
And people to love
And embrace
So now
With a full stomach
and nothing is left
For the fat
Or the thin
Who is willing
To offer their flesh
For the supper
That will be the last