ENTERTAINMENT Voice of Silence and Disposable (Poems By Roland Marke) Posted by Roland Marke on Jun 4, 2008, 00:11

Sadly, the world is rushing, racing and falling

Why the vicious clamor for wealth like power

While the hopeless are dying no time for caring

Is poverty a blot and materialism frankly vanity?

Kids are shirked as crime becomes an epidemic

Eternal worry: Is prosperity our ticket to glory?

Oh folk now time, listen to the voice of silence.

Endlessly spouses viciously fighting for divorce,

Children so worried, watching, madly screaming

Preachers are preaching unbelievers find the exit

Saints are praying violence intrudes un-invited

As teachers are teaching the students shoot them

Doctors are humans, patients suing many dying

Who has time to listen to calm voice of silence?

 Angels are praising Lucifer is furiously angry

It’s the norm driving, eating dialing all at once

Time’s ticking amid chaos in endless whining

Birds sweetly singing very happy and praising

Wealth surges, many ailing and untold dying

Lust for prosperity, greedy folk stock-piling

Jesus is sadden, calling, longing and waiting

Poor and weary listen to the voice of silence.

Tempers are rising danger seems imminent

Anger explodes and terror dawns uninvited

Lives endangered as guns load target wildly

Triggers are deadly sudden innocent deaths

Paramedics rush in, pulses already hopeless

Our world’s worried, confused and nagging

About time we listen to His voice of silence.

                 Disposable

Welcome to cut-throat global business

Where hired labor is easily disposable

Profit is the agenda, never sentiments

No sympathy, empathy as conscience

Today’s employers are like machines

Some do lack feelings of compassion

Seem inhumane, greedy self centered.

Hardworking as deserving employees

No exceptions everyone’s disposable

Some highly skilled once highly paid

Too complacent, we are all disposable

Still unskilled, receiving meager wage

Keep producing or become disposable.

Business conducts production for profit

Could one get fired without any notice?

No problem laws are easily manipulated

Where’s job security that earlier existed?

Just bought a house, car, and got married

Nothing personal it’s a business decision

Labor and machine are equally disposable

But God is not in this disposable business.

Roland Bankole Marke © 2008

From; Teardrops Keep Falling; A collection of Therapeutic Poems: ISBN; 0-615-12405-4

By Roland Bankole Marke, published by Minuteman Press. Visit his website on: www.Rolandmarke.com