Roses and Thorns

Roses and Thorns 1. 10 .16 Lest we pray for forgotten dreams while remembering times where the light shone upon our faces, a warmth invigorating shining brightly. Before the liars became king stripping us of our humanness and dignity for cash rewards with penthouse views, cocktails and cash always firmly with their reach. I being naive in my youthful thinking warm intentions could make a difference a sad joke told by fools the jesters crown shines in the landfill, decaying Bones aging smiles fading as the actors fade from view leaving the audience to decide their fates a reversal of fortunes it’s live or die? What have you decided? Rose and Thorns beauty and ugliness who decides who gets which? Life is not particular in her choices, Does anyone care for tattered dreams and broken lives many alive by chances fate Driving by shattered windows and shoeless children do the haves of the world worry for them or perhaps just for their shiny machines and overpriced dinners cash buys luxury et all the trimmings too. Where does the road lead from here? Left, Right, Straight ahead? into a Society devoid of compassion, love choking on greed’s deliberate touch immense telling all I am here! Beware! Standing tall in the face of uncaring spirits in white Linen suits the few must fight on for freedom as it is for all citizens, young, old, time is now to lift them up regain humanity peace for all, harmony reconnected. © 2016 David J. Mitchell