Buzzards

Hark, you buzzards of destruction,
Pirates of the heathen skies,
Slyly perching on my shoulder,
Telling me eternal lies,
Incarnated by the devil
And a thousand human sighs,
Telling me that life 's a desert
And all things are false, untrue
And all goodness is illusion,
Each man struggling for his due,
Fighting, burning, killing, suffering,
To surrender in the end,
Cursing gods and loving devils
In the darkness which is hell,
All your reasoning can't convince me,
Matters not what you may tell,
Found in deserts the oasis
And I love this world too well,
Saw the morning sun arising
Promising a fine new day
And defied all hell quite boldly
For a smile which came my way,
No man ever is an island
To himself and to all men,
Part we all are of each other
And each soul which passes onward
Will diminish me and them,
Therein lies the truth eternal,
In it man may find his light,
Cast aside all things infernal,
Know the bad but love the right,
Understand all motivation,
Try to comprehend each soul,
And the buzzards then shall perish
With their miseries unnamed
And but goodness shall be cherished
Till the heavens stop achurning
On the final judgment date
And the Lord calls mankind forward
To be judged in godlike ways
And the galaxies stop burning
While humanity arrays...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz