for i can not wait until tomorrow

for i can not wait until tomorrow

marching with deliberation

across the landscapes of humanity

the giants of men

cared not where they trod

the sod and soil of mankind

filled with tears

of anguish

the blood

of our children

shed

with no consciousness

of consequence

as to where they placed their feet

the cry came from the legions

of families

communities

nations

the peoples

the steeples

where bells once hung

and rung

to call forth

man’s greater spiritual resonance

have tumbled

and become silent

the utter defilement

of all that was once held sacred

has been cast aside

as worthless

and errant

and of no validity

in the cities

and the country sides

we think we must hide

find a corner

like little Jack Horner

and eat some pie

again

friends became estranged

families dysfunctional

for the challenges

to discourse

no longer made sense

and in defense

of this time upon us

i say good

we should be threatened

then perhaps we will garner

our swords and shield

and cease to yield

to the throes

of this world as it may be

and i know we all see

that change

to this visual complexity

we have allowed

must come

and we all know

that our sum

is greater

than what we have been told

but have we sold out ?

hoping the lies

would soothe us

smooth us

prove us

thus liberating us

from our demons

who ejaculate

their semen

upon the faces of our children

and again and again

i ask

which is the task

we, Man must undertake

to cease the marching

upon the landscapes

the trampling of our gardens

of dreams

and hopes

and visions

for a better NOW

i ask now

for i can not wait until tomorrow

(c) 5 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.