But
there's no healing
to be found
it's a scarred world
was so at the start
the end wouldn't
be different
that's the pitiful summary
of the human condition-
there's no relief
nor consolation
outside of self-

each life retreats
into its own inner sanctum
and nurses its own
pains and wounds
in silence unknown--

your tears are yours alone
your plight is of no other's concern
your neighbour cares more
about his dog or garden--

ah!  how the heart
has hardened
at the brink
hangs humanity
there would be
no show of compassion
nor the milk of pity-

dark is the night
darker is the human heart
every inch of  the light
it swallows-- beauty it sets apart--

I went
I saw
I came back
the ugliness
was as before--

where's sanity?
where's decency?
where's purity?
where's charity?

there's little hope
there's no healing
to be found
all that does abound
is the desolate self
in weeping
on its own home-ground.