Surprising, this poem, written back in 2008, finds a fitting place reflecting the current day’s experience; the unfolding of events that speak to a darker time that, potentially, lies ahead for all humanity and its implication for generations that are yet to follow:
Etched To The Bone
My mind spins
From the chaos echoing
From the choir
Disaster of faith
In the fabric of mankind
Can the deluge
Grow even higher?
When will it stop?
When will the end begin?
The pain that I am feeling
Is in need of a pill that can win.
Factions in every corner
Spewing the ill
Of the coming way
Offering nothing in return
But explaining
How we will righteously pay
Bleed for the children
For they know not
What it is
Tomorrow’s growing darkness
Is the inheritance to be given?
What in the morning
Will they say?
Oh what sadness
Is being etched into the bone
For generations to come
This ailing condition
Will call it: home!
naykdpoet 
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