Fatal Error
every tragedy
starts as somebody else’s
sin of omission
but the world won’t change
without people taking charge
turning it around
for every fight
engaged there is another
man on the sidelines
people who use other people
people who don’t fight for themself
people who do nothing but complain
people who leave the work to others
people who don’t forgive
people who don’t care if you’re exhausted
people who want you promptly back at 7:00
people who won’t stand up for their beliefs
people who abuse and mistreat
people who let themselves be abused
people who say nothing to the abusers
people who only seek to take advantage
people who misunderstand God
people who force their beliefs on others
people who can’t handle any differing opinion
people who can’t compromise for better
people who refuse to sacrifice
people who want to say you’re the problem
people who believe in their self-perfection without reflection
people who walk passed beaten travelers without a thought
people who won’t fight for a better world
people who don’t call out the evil they witness
people who never stray from the comfort of silence
people who don’t reach out to precluding friends
people who do not or will not try to change
do you ever think God revisits
His promise not to destroy humanity again?
I wonder beside a moonless ocean
the edge of divine temptation
lapping at my feet
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The form for the middle stanza is genius; creates that overwhelming flood of the theme. Your closing is both beautiful, tragic, and thought-provoking as a close. Also adore the line break at “man on the sidelines” for the triple work it is doing.
I agree with Joseph.
“the edge of divine temptation” is such an elegant and ominous line.
Philip, I was thinking along these lines this morning, contemplating a poem – no need now – this poem is powerful
Yikes, that last stanza, the last line, gorgeous
Agreed. ❤️
Love and light, Philip.
This poem says it all …the soul of a poet! Thanks for sharing your work!
Wow Phillip.
You seem a prophet
crying from the dark for light.
Your poems always worth
pondering