In this century withal Rivers of blood still flow Bombs echo Children are being killed Heads are being severed Millions are starving Diseases are devouring And you are singing
The gallows are trembling In the valley of the fallen In the salty tears With our putrescent sores We fall prey to the crows
Our festering entrails For the starving wolves
A shattered house Little boy is weeping Over the body of his Father That forever now is sleeping
Schools Temples and bridges bleeding bloodstained wedding guests are screaming
Little white coffins Maternal howls Above Uranus Hear the painful growls Delirious poets are prattling And not a word are you uttering
They blinded you When they ***** your daughter Strangled ‘er with the wire They abducted your brothers Tortured in the cellar Shattered their fingers With ferrous clubs With a saw agape their skulls Their legs wagons lacerated Their limbs with machete dissected Flayed the skin of their backs
Dumpers of corpses Bulldozers to the grave consigned Roads run over their bones in cement confined Bodies filled the bottomless well over the brim Come closer Look within The infinite darkness of the abyss To hear the silence of the universe
A spark is glistening in an innocent eye Children are helplessly falling to the dust Venomous saliva dripping from their mouth As their rosy intumescent faces bust
In their closing prayer Reverends to a cross immured Laughing at the stake they burned
Tender ivory cherubs Flew away like a flock of birds
Rip my heart out from my chest As I am unsleeping May your golden ship catch wind away from shore To raise your glass of blood once more As you feast your eyes in silence
Weltschmerz ˈvɛltˌʃmɛːts,German ˈvɛltˌʃmɛrts/ noun* a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness.
reading the newspaper became a chore don't wanna read about another war don't wanna read about climate change no, don't tell me about the dark side of humanity might as well lose my sanity i don't want to know about the dead refugees it only makes me feel more helpless rivers flowing with filth guns buried under corpses of the innocent i'm a sad being behind a laptop screen dreaming about glory the world will never see
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You would figure such a moment would be burned into the paradigm of memory when exactly did I learn life was no cartoon? well, it wasn’t one traumatic incident rather a rushing current of events a drunk uncle here, a screaming mom there a belting boyfriend or toy-stealing sister playmates picked dead last no matter older boys bullying the younger teachers who didn’t particularly bother some cousins had yards and fathers while others like me had neither always more chores than fun and no one ever explained how come priests were less present and less kind than the mexican street venders there’s no specific scene to pause when I rewind I honestly can’t remember.
It wasn’t at a funeral, by then though I was young , I somehow knew life was not all beautiful and true that those adults who told me what to do sobbed on dark beds and screamed at phones then wiped their tears or ****** walls before reentering the room their eyes a little more like stone while I pretended to un-see it all and kept on playing with my toys, alone.
Weltschmerz: World-pain. World-weariness. That unique breed of melancholy born from recognizing the actual world will never mirror our ideal world.