Bugger All To The World

I will be brutally honest;

I hate this damn life.

I always have,

and probably always will.

It seems not even God

has been able to change this.

However,

it is to my benefit

that I think like this;

the world holds no value

for life.

I saw a photo earlier

– Chinese citizens were being buried alive

by Japanese soldiers.

Soldiers stood idly by

around the hole full of breathing beings,

weaponless,

careless,

mindless.

Is this part of life?

Death in the most unimaginable,

almost laughable way?

It is bloody insulting!

Those two girls to suicide together,

why did they not listen?

A boy who hanged himself over the Internet,

a girl because a boy hurt her feelings

through MSN.

Those people

could be those I hold dear.

A girl raped in the outback

by a 15 year old boy

before being drowned.

Was she but a tool to be disposed of?

Like a recyclable shaving utensil?

Use it once, or twice, and throw it away.

A cousin suicides,

another young girl because Nan

passed on.

What is this plague

that recycles us

like used washing gloves?

Waste bags

in a bin,

to be picked up every Friday morning?

Do we mean nothing?

Was life granted

so that it could be taken away?

Was there another reason

for being

that we just weren’t seeing?

What were those young people

running from?

What demon conspired in their hearts?

What spectre haunted them

as it surely haunts the rest of us?

Was it cowardice that drove them on?

Or was it a cry for help;

words no one could seem to hear?

Can I blame them,

for choosing what they did?

(Help me believe

that they chose the path they walked down!)

Well,

there is one brutally honest blimin truth,

and that is

we are all indeed

bugger all to the world.

Reviews

[Blemish In The Stars]

Death, Suicide, Apathy. Yes, definitely the things that make people question life. As to why we exist, the answer to that lies simply in the way WE choose to go day-to-day. An amazingly thought provoking poem.

[Breeza]

Wow! this is really powerful..really makes you think..

[Lazarus]

Cogito ergo doleo . . . An ode to all who have been dehumanized by the fall.

[Ricohard]

Quite good in repetition and mood. It hits hard, like a concrete block. I thoroughly enjoyed your recycling metaphor. It seems like that is all there is to life at times. But it is our responsibility change this world, for the better, but it seems like all we do is make it worse. We can do it. Faith.