The Other Level (A Poem) by Vernon Scott
Spark, ignition, insanity, fire.
Words so dire with their indications
This world, our nation, and its helpless individuals
That fear the unknown and the strange.
We drive our Range Rovers, our Jeeps, our Mustangs
With no fear of the consequences, nor
Do we focus on the pollutants
We cause. Smoke, smog, smothering mothers as
They approach the brink of producing new life.
Birth, rebirth, begun again.
Forced to eat the apple forbidden,
Constantly being repeated depleted and deleted
We stray away from our natures, known as humanity.
We become bears, lions, beast that are unapproachable, yet
We claim it is of our nature and who we are.
Our daily news filled with our negligence and negativity.
I laugh while constantly being fed this hatred produced
By others’ actions and the misdeeds that are broadcasts.
We hear about abortions, abductions, and adoptions gone awry.
We are what we are, but who
Knows what that may be? Who
Knows what we are naturally? Who
Knows what exactly is humanity?
Fire, ignition, spark, INSANITY.