Eviction

Sadness rang low in the words that hit the ears of those downtrodden few.
They, whom had so unwittingly followed the path of the legless wretch,
left the garden in shame;
evicted.

They–whose hunger for fiendish knowledge stood over virtue,
whose true damnation lies
in streets yet to be paved,
in wars yet to be fought,
in towers yet to be built and felled,
in lives never to be saved,

in bombs yet to blow,
guns yet to shoot,
water yet to pollute,
skies yet to blacken,
poisoned seeds yet to sow,

with animals waiting for slaughter,
with trees yet to be cut,
with bodies yet to writhe and bleed
waiting for the burning cauter,

with tears yet to be shed,
children yet to cry,
mothers yet to weep,
fathers yet to die,
babies yet to wake from gentle sleep,
soldiers yet to fight,
and the starving never to be fed–

wept for what they had done.
They wept for their children,
for generations after them,
for heartbreak to be had,
for love to be lost,
for paradise to be burned and gone.

–James

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