ANGRY
My mind is crippled
My emotions crawl
My memory limps
My psychology stalls
Shouting over the tramping of those worker ants
Standing in the shadow of these anorexic dwarves
My arguments decay into worthless rants
My best ideas become fodder for the wolves
There must be more than this
There has to be a way
That gives a sense of purpose
With something real to say
Somewhere between the mindless and the mean
Between the leaders and followers
What is and might have been
Between the sickeningly sweet and the vicious kick
Between the awesome mystery
Religion and the sick.
Somewhere between the ageing and the end
Between the discovery and death
The laws to break and mend
Between the exploiting cynic and the devotee
Between the moments that matter
And the lives of you and me.
There must be more than this
There has to be a way
That gives a sense of purpose
With something real to say
Opher 23.10.96