Darwin and the Fulcrum of HumanityA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenOn a daily basis we witness so many wrongs carried out by the mighty and the powerful.At the foot
of ragged, ranging
mountains that touch
freedom's sky, lie piles
of bleached bone. The ash
remnants of down to
earth souls whose only
desire was to live in peace
with enough to eat as they
watch their children grow. Those poor
people, some god
fearing, some who
have no 'saviour', who were so
wronged by the
grasping, greed of inhumane insanity. They died
trying to climb from the
pit, dragging
themselves from the mire created by
despots. They took to
the streets, took to the
ballot box, they took up
arms or merely
stayed at home, but they
were crushed to dust by
the machine, by the power
and might of those
rulers of men who see
themselves as judge and
jury. Some killed
by their own neighbours at the
behest of a president,
a prime minister, a king, an
ayatollah, or
interfering tyrants from far
across the ocean, whose
missiles have reach and range and such awesome
power. Telescopic
sights murdered people in Sarajevo, barrel bombs
in Homs and riot
police in Hong
Kong. Crushing the
will of ordinary
folk time and
time again, all over the
globe as we stand and stare into the
abyss. 14/10/19 © 2020 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 15, 2019 Last Updated on June 4, 2020 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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