Contemplation

throwing you a bone

slowing your time

knowing you are alone.

As you grow,

developing.

Listening,

learning,

educating,

generations to come.

For what we produce today

becomes tomorrows kingdom.

As the arts are smothered

freedoms destroyed

Men of honour

are deployed

As you grow older,

wiser you see.

You see beyond the pale,

if only you turn the key.

of

reality,

spreads like

a virus

a disease,

Auto immune system;

please.

They stole that with the

mercury.

Filling others with anthrax over

seas.

It is nothing now but a

forcible reprieve.

Crying of remorse in

elder years.

Gloved hand

covered in blood.

Where it will be us

that say, "Out damn spot out."

We will look back

and quote.

"Out damn spot out."

Quietly as our age

progress,

how the mind

regresses.

Melancholy of days

gone past

when we were innocent.

As the tides pass,

many a moon.

Looking back none to soon.

A looking glass,

A mirror of sorts

An abstract port

To see all sides,

as to welcome the red tide.

Thus we come to an end,

What message do we send.

To future generations,

with in a blind nation

To keep your sanctification.

Contemplation?