Indiscriminate
It has no respect,
this thing that crawls into our lives,
its aggression is matched
only by its rapacity,
and thus it survives.
It steals that which is most precious
and allows those who remain
to ponder its savagery,
its cold calculation,
its treachery.
And as we fall to the floor,
broken souls amongst
the debris of our emotions,
its searing touch questions our faith,
and dilutes our devotions
It takes all and gives no quarter,
its caprice unfettered by remorse,
conscience or morality.
It takes everything a person is
or ever will be.
It seeks only destruction
and as it grows,
it devastates,
indifferent
to the feelings
of impotence
and sadness it creates.
and how it thrives
on our loathing and fear
it never hesitates
as we witness the attrition
of those we hold dear.
Unwanted, uninvited,
yet still it comes,
Mothers, fathers, daughters, sons,
all fall prey
to its insidious summons
whether Hindu, Buddhist,
Sikh or Muslim
Christian, Mormon,
Jehovah’s Witness,
unconcerned with ones personal fitness,
infirm, athletic, old or young
may feel the lump in the throat;
see the shade on the lung
We deny it,
we try to hide from it,
and take comfort in
our imagined exemption
But we forget,
above all,
its most evil trait,
the ability to be
indiscriminate.
An admirably wrought, impassioned piece that has got me thinking, always the sign of a good poem... I always thought that to discriminate against something was a considered evil and I would much rather take the uninformed route, making my mind my mind up as I go along... I'm confused, and amused... a poem that will have me pondering in an indiscriminate fashion for some time. :)
An incredible read - - the ability you demonstrate Kev to draw in the attention of all readers is found in each line of this fabulous write. Recommended
pushing the like button enthusiastically--worth a second read
The title of this poem drew me in and once there, your excellent choice or words kept me a willing captive, completely enthralled from the first word to the very last. You provide a buffet of rich food for thought to your reader, Kev, to ruminate with in the quieter moments of their day. Your skilled poetic pen is on fire in this inking and that warmth radiates from the printed word. I had to read a few times to fully absorb the poem, which made such an unequivocal impact, it took my breath away! Superb penning, Kev - quintessence is insufficient to describe such quilling! Thank you for sharing. God bless you always, dear friend.....