Mankind

The tears flow in an endless stream,
A watery shrine for a broken dream;
A wordless lament for things that weren't,
For lessons taught, but never learnt;

They say the world is an unkind place;
They say mankind is an inhuman race;
But no man says what all men know:
Only in the kind will kindness show;

A ship is sound when on the ground,
When her masts are tightly bound,
On a reckless wave, in the open sea,
She is mercy-bound, let Mercy be!

Should she be ground on a ruthless mound,
Or misguided, lost at sea,
Only then 'tis found if a ship is sound,
If she regardless goes where she needs to be.

But even the soundest ship shall sink and drown,
If her heart-wood rots and frays;
Such is the might of the poisoned noun:
Even friendships it decays.

Words

A hostile future looms ahead,
unmoved by the tears I shed,
I want to speak, to voice my fears,
but what are words, compared to tears?

No one cares, they just pretend,
All men have hearts of stone;
Man is born without a friend,
And man will die alone.

I want to speak, to raise my voice,
I want words to express my fears,
But words are only senseless noise,
When heard by grudging ears.

No one'll listen to what I want to share
And those who do won't understand,
Who understand will never care,
And who care are never close at hand.

So wordlessly I'll suffer and cry,
Why speak when no one wants to listen?
In silence my tears will drown and die,
And I'll weep alone in my silent prison.