A Song for the Damned

By Cliff Lake

 

A Song for the Damned

 

Where are you keeping your special knowledge, 

Where is it hidden from those that don’t know?

Where did you get answers to unsolved enigmas?

How will I know if I know?

Does your new erudition explain things that you do not control?

Do these secrets make plain what you do not understand?

Will you not share proof of your convictions?

Are your beliefs merely rooted in sand?

 

There is no hate when you walk in The Way,

There is no injury in reaching out,

You cannot be damaged by showing some sympathy,

Find out what real love is about!

 

Are you in opposition to the good of heart?

Do you find empathy weak?

Do you spurn the caring one that is truly courageous,

That stands in resistance to the hate that you speak?

Why is your satisfaction in cruelty,

Which requires teeming cohorts to survive?

How long before you find that your blind fealty,

Leaves you just a drone in the hive?

 

There is no hate when you walk in The Way,

There is no injury in reaching out,

You cannot be damaged by showing some sympathy,

Find out what real love is about!

 

Are you so addicted to transient riches,

That you are unwilling to give?

Is this why you allow a poisonous system,

That punishes so many that just wish to live?

Does money insulate you from the callous tortures,

Of a world filled with those you are taught to despise?

Will you not find some way to provide nurture?

Or will you just stand there and close your dead eyes?

 

There is no hate when you walk in The Way,

There is no injury in reaching out,

You cannot be damaged by showing some sympathy,

Find out what real love is about!

 

 Cliff Lake 9/13/2022

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

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