Petrified Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Time’s mysteries await
no one’s expectations
and or life...
Moments left
in what once was paradise
erased from closeted memories
and living’s strife...
Exist does
that secret cherished space
where all one’s thoughts
are so inclined
solely paused
in existing horrid dreams...
Seems the universe expects
that threat divine
to cease hope’s bright
and cleave the flesh benign...
Entertain this
as mind’s morbid churning fright
exhausts as gas, or
merely death’s putrid flesh
an end as this
will leave the strongest petrified...
Potential thrives
yet surely so, withers quickly as time flies
and life does too
helped along by greed, murder, and lies
Enlightenment comes too late
as society’s guilt dictates
that each join in sin and shame
and play to the crowd’s proclaim
throughout this earth...
It’s that profit’s beast
which solely gives to each
their smiles and worldly goods...
Humanity therefore postulates
that worth is based upon capital gain
neglecting entirely that Mother’s earth
is the key to our survival’s chance...
Heretofore lays this lifetime’s gist
“all that is said and done
was said and done before”...
Change in one’s mindset
brings US round to par
and begins an accord in each
returning reverence to mind
and clean thoughts out to the stars...
Demands this does of US
lead on or forever be condemned
to turn or suffer this untimely end
the universe, from our bones
the flesh will rend...
Sacrifice all wants
seek more humane needs
as your ends are near
and those that do not heed these words
will be turned to stone!