Topsy-Turvy

 

When green springs love

and red swears envy,

when the tides roll away

and sands of time flow near.

When the air is tainted with fear,

and the grass is blue, saddened

by the topsy-turvy view

of a world torn in two,

the loss of hope in

anything true.

 

People cried that the sky was falling,

they said that time was coming

the end of the sentence, the lack of sense

in a lopsided existence,

the loss, to ignorance,

of a world of innocence.

But now the fat cats

are singing their screeching tune,

and it's all coming true. Yet you all sit

silently consumed in your own apathy.

 

And when the sky cries

in silver rage, and fire falls

instead of rain. When children

call out, dying in pain,

to a war they didn't inflame.

A war no one asked to fight.

When the teddy bears' picnic

outlives the meal of life,

then the world is flipped upside down.

 

Yet people don't shout,

they just keep on watching,

eyes glued wide to television lies.

 

And heaven can only frown

as the demons sing on the clouds,

and the people sit and watch

as the sun hides behind a silver moon,

and still, they are not moved.

They shout instead

that there are no more miracles,

but the life we breathe every day

is miracle enough, I say.

 

So put away the greed,

put away the bombs.

Flip the enemy

to become loved ones.

Turn down the envy,

the need to consume.

Turn away.

 

And live.

 

Live with every atom

in your soul.