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Laughter on a sinking ship
The reality of life with all its irony, sadness, triumph, striving and obstacles, is so thwart with dynamism and the need for our thinking and action that to spend one's life laugh at trivial things and ignore the higher truths, seems somewhat obscene.
People tell me
Try to laugh at life
I smile
and find joy in children's laughter
the swaying of trees and singing of birds
I close my eyes and sigh
as I hear
trickling water
feeding the earth
growing the food to maintain our existence
Everywhere I look
I find glimpses of beauty-
the root of joy
In all things green and pure
But to laugh at the foolishness of man
the biased hate of black and white
the stomping pride of arrogance
Shameless boasting and obscenity
the whirling laughter of intoxicating power -
In these, there is no joy
The hardness of the human heart!
How many are buried
whose hearts died long ago?
Like hardened earth that leaves no trace of footsteps
unlike soft green grass that
bears the imprint of those who pass
Hardened hearts
blossom into beauty
when truth and softness
cover their darkness with light
We eat, we drink, we sleep, we work,
we love, we hate
our birth is followed by our death
its time unknown
All that's really ours
is what our hands have sent forth
In a world where virtue is scorned
Time passes like sands through an hour glass
like the steady motion of a sinking ship
and we, on board
oblivious to its downward turn
To the very end
are we bent on laughter?
While others weep,
can we smile -
When cries of injustice
echo in our ears?
Laughter!
like so many bubbles of joy
on waves of inhumanity.
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