Leper

How can it be? How can this exist in today's world? Is this not miraculous Twentieth Century? Do we not live in an unprecedented age? An age of revelation. Are not signs and wonders seen in hail heavens? Man has tread lunar dust beneath his feet? Viewed a never before seen dark side of orbit moon? Sent probes past Venus Jupiter through romantic rings of Saturn. On voyages to burning suns that once were twinkling stars. So how can this be? Answer question Lord of Creation! The prayers! The midnight call of man! Here in Middle East where time is old. Birth place of artisan culture learning. Ancient, wondrous, civilizations, carved in monolithic scale, from living rock. With inspiration dreams reaching heights, that can not die. Forever stands. How can it still be how? I can not yet I understand! Greed; depths craving wealth; lust. Fleeced hearts are driven exploited beneath into languish land. Urchins claw refuse heaps with hungry; refuge-seeking hand. Ask ask for bread child of life; you ask too much. Poor young tender child. Corrupted attaining stations privileged heights invoking power. Which continually condemns. Play InterNation. Company political party games. With fever intensity. Obsessed monomania; impulse monetary launders; control disorders; have no giving hand. I see I see rag muffled head clothe bound leper hand. Festering sores exposed for pennies pity May even fill a beggar’s bowel. Oh I cry I cry for wasted ravaged face; rotting torment beneath; was once hopeful part; of supposed human humane human race. How can this be how can it be? I cry I cry in torment. Mad cries plead in chilling night. Mad dogs bay without reason. No pity fills unseeing sight. Destitute of kindness. In a world of preventive medicine. Innocuous injections. Leprosy. Preventable. Horrifying hideous. Wasting disease. Occasion occurrence in richer climes like inconvenient aids a researched promise. For rapacious; full-blown social stages. Would give hope. To inflicted. With tormented heart felt need. Oh leper Oh leper alienated. Hiding your hidden unseen face. You are my mother my own mother. I decry plight of callous; selfish pitiless; animal human race. You could be my sister; my own flesh brother; could you be. My own child my unborn child. My child could cannot; you be; must not. My child be. Sentenced to twentieth century curable death lead suffering. Can not. Must not. Must not be. Must not. Delivered born. Be. Oh when will they release; countless nameless; suffering millions. Dying upon their; flesh corrupted self eaten; godhead cross. Oh Lord I pray. Open. Rejuvenate. Deadened heart of man. So such suffering. Never more can be. Mutilated. Stump remnant hand. Fingerless. Cloth-bound festering remains. Disfigurement seres through brain mind bending maim. It tears beating heart. Through rotten ruins leeching living decay. Copyright © Terence George Craddock http: //www.poemhunter.com/terence-george-craddock/