Garbage In The Whirlwind Poem by Captain Herbert Poetry

Give me a smooth escape
Cannot help to live in this life
Felt prisoners in the black dawn
Get my breath in my early years

Remove my chain of choking days
Untie the rope of my deep sadness
Drown me more to rid the pain inside me
Want to sleep not to wake up in this world

All our waste with no balance and equality
The power of money, pride, and lust rules
The shallowness of reality flows like garbage
The river of truth twists in the whirlwind of lies

Change never changes instead turn to impurity
The spotless, the weak and the innocent children,
Youngs, and women impounded of shrews and dirtiness
Love switches into many gray and dark definitions
Help me to search the deepest purpose of this meaninglessness.