Intransigent World Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Imagine purity of thought,
one's consciousness so true;
life's wonder would release the soul,
of moments feeling blue;
graciousness returned to seat,
conscience living's hue;
replenished breath, rebuilt flesh,
all sickness bid adieu.

Times passing, roads end comes quick,
life has gone askew;
weeping voices fill the earth,
all our relations we pursue;
living's essence flees this sphere,
free will of mind subdued;
haunt' our past through all lifetimes,
realize we are screwed!

Mortal conscience, oxymoron known,
all have broken rules;
existence cleaved to token breath,
piteous souls, all now fools;
reaching webs trap innocents,
sinners morph to braying mules;
climax fountains through all hearts,
men, hold on to your jewels!

Piousness alone is false,
without interaction's truth, all will lose;
gristly thought to end all life,
this can change if we so choose;
putrefied whole or beatified souls,
your choice with which to fuse;
morsel of soul, one being's cud,
alive, or ground to septic ooze!

Purity of conscious mind,
or, rapt death from demented life's thien;
weeping essence, or free will strength,
which will be our mean;
against time's tide, the best must rise,
ere his hands start the glean;
death's intransigent world is here,
awake, from it, all must be weaned.