The Evolution of Violence
Power people
Spewing scarlet rhetoric
Like broken glass
Over the unforgiven,
Justifying their lies
With selected ambiguities,
Words of alienation
Burning with crimson injustice
Condemn the innocent
Masses in ghettos
To everlasting poverty,
Throwaway humans
Unable to escape
The ego nothingness
Of the consuming flames
Of elitist hostility,
Deadly seeds
Of helplessness
Sown in the minds
Of pitiable alienated youth…
Breeds violence,
In the end
Only brutality
Hatred and revenge
Is born in such
Ruthless ghettos!
A Miniscule Speck in the Heavens
From Saturn there appears in the dark sky billions of miles away, a
tiny luminous dot: It is but an inconspicuous and insignificant chunk
of water and dirt in the midst of vastness, a tiny crumb floating in
the darkness of never ending space: The implication of earth being
such a trivial speck in the vast universe, fails to make an impact
upon too many minds. Far too often, humans feel their singular
greatness and importance is vast and everlasting. How can one not
understand that human hands in search of meaningless wealth are
destroying the little bit of soil on which we all dwell? What is the
importance of the accumulation of things, if it creates toxic air,
polluted streams, and contaminated oceans? What is the value of
continually amassing worthless objects, trinkets of gold and gems,
which are ephemeral? What does man actually need in which to live his
finite life pleasantly and comfortably? When will humans awaken, and
grasp the nature of what they are doing to the earth; what will our
future families have left, when this tiny speck of insignificant, yet
precious damp piece of dust is ruined?
Dr. Piatt is the author of two poetry books, “The Silent Pond” (2012) and “Ancient Rhythms” (2014). He has had over 585 published, and his poem, “In The Meadow,” was selected as 1 of the 100 best poems of 2014, and his poem, “I Am” was nominated for a 2014 Pushcart award. His books are available on Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.
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