Praise Be To Elohim

Here's the deal friends:  I really like poetry and sometimes I really like to write it.  Now is one of those times.  That being said, i have written a short piece and I would like to share it with you.

Praise Be To Elohim

Thoughtless projections of a thoughtful mind,
run rampant through paths of mines,
whose principal weapons are thoughts like spears,
with sharp heads shaped from bitterest hatred,
with a shaft shaped from human desire.
We walk amongst battered bodies and broken things,
as Man who once had childlike dreams.
The world we loved deemed once too much,
has since indeed been proven as such.
We walk as one toward an end, as what?
To become the laughing stock, of jokes, the butt.

Hopelessness rules as long as we,
think not of we, but only me.
I am not a poet of accomplishment or gain.
Just a man whose thoughts are plain as day.
When once I first began to pen
my thoughts on pad and paper then,
I thought to myself with such injustice,
we are one world, but really, it's just us.
We cannot call upon each other,
when we refuse to call each other brother.
When once we cast down lofty idols,
of selfish controls and goals of idle,
we can be free to live as love
was meant for us as people of
flesh and bone and God above.
Praise be to Elohim.