Writing in The Dark, Poems By; Keith McHugh

Aloft in a world,

Focused toward,

Elaborate Strategies.

Pushed to Our Knees,

Bound by Principalities.

Deceived by Fallacies,

We try to please,

Those affected,

By the same disease.

Addictions to Appease,

Sifting through impurities,

All the uncertainties,

Echoing Symphonies,

Of negative energies,

Distorting the symmetry,

Between you and me.

Prince of Peace Please,

Come set us FREE!

Look around, you'll see,

That's how we're trained to be.

Programming you visually.

Quietly, in front of a TV.

Fear, Wars, and Scarcity,

Racism, Class, and Charity,

Creating and labeling society,

As our thoughts follow blindly,

Guiding what you truly see.

A Material misery,

A dark and gloomy history,

Climbing ladders we can't see,

Every thought being about money,

We are trapped in a reality,

Created for you and me.

Prince of Peace Can't you SEE?

They're stepping over the Needy,

And Being greedy is easy,

Needing to Constantly be busy,

Earning crumbs from somebody,

While Feeding a Beast,

Who's always hungry.

Living a luxury,

That can be taken from me,

Suffering comes abundantly,

Folded hands watch idly,

Observing their society,

As we reluctantly,

Trudge towards destiny,

Souls so full of density,

Now just a physical Entity.

Prince of Peace forgive us please.

So tired, I can hardly be,

I step into the depths of me,

A cluttered mess is all I see,

Now crying like a baby,

I feel you come to me,

"Let the Truth set you Free"

Words echoed through Eternity,

The Prince of Peace holds the key,

To open the Heart of Humanity,

Unlock his Cell,

Arise from your Hell,

There's no time to dwell,

Break free from the spell,

To the Heavens I Yell,

"It's time The Darkness fell,

Prince of Peace, come out from your Shell"