Ode To Mankind Poem by Paul Latham

Head explodes with pressure, building like that of a volcano ready to erupt.
Lava flowing down my neck and face as it spills through my nostrils, ears and mouth.
Eyes growing heavy, worn out and tired after absorbing endless visual stimulation of which I do not choose.
A physical assault on my body, the worse kind, yet nobody has physically touched me.
Ears bombarded with the thoughts and ideas of other, selling lifestyles, thrust at me without any control and without any realisation.

I try to fight back.
I try to make up my own mind.
I try to live a life thats true to myself.

The constant self-harming of mankind snowballs forward, in a cycle which has to end.
Like soldiers at the end of a war, only one side will remain standing true.
Evil is a self-destructing force, this is its nature.
Good will always prevail.

With water I put out my pain and anguish,
soothing my head and filling my body with life.
The water of life.

Water, a never ending cycle of good.
Fire, the element man never seems to control.
Water puts out my stress.

That is, Water, Hops and Yeast.
Somethings never seem to change.
Man appears to have equal measures of good and bad,
it just depends what we do, as to which takes control.

Make up your mind.
Mines already dead.