At Wits End

 

At Wits End

Oh wits, I wonder madness, hath laid this awful weight, upon his heart,

In confusion set, and solemn sadness aroused, his spirits ripped apart.

Through his mind, thousands of sad thoughts, raging without restraint,

Of gruesome corpses cast, lying prone, encrusted in, their bloody state.

Of all the innocent people, their unpretentious lives, sadly inverted,

By one, who plays the devil’s advocate, with unruly power perverted.

Yes, he saw, the poor grief-stricken child, embracing, her parents stone,

Now left, without her mum, and dad, to bravely face, the world alone.

At the train station, a sad little boy, silently waiting, sitting in the crowd,

An ocean of faces, struck with disbelief, lost beneath, the terrible shroud.

With grief, and distress, set in their eyes, as they cast their vacant stare,

In anguish he turned away, the sadness, was too much, for him to bare.

Yes, he saw, the old man, about my age, lying dead, in the broken street,

His mouth gagged, with limbs tightly bound, boots stolen, from his feet!

He also saw, the young man, kneeling by, the black body bags, in tears,

Distraught, with the grisly sights, he’d seen, stolen lives, now in arrears.

Away, hidden from view, innocent girls, their purity, roughly laid, there,

Torn clothes, his heart sank, for what he saw, was way too much, to bear.

In pain, he could not restrain, the tears, welling within, his watery eyes,

As he imagined, how they had suffered, with no-one, to heed their cries.

The awful pain, they’d unwillingly endured, while being forced to submit,

To the ruthless conduct, of the wild beasts, before their throats were slit.

As he struggled with the weight of death, for each life, he couldn’t save,

He saw the sea, of grisly mounds, on the edge of town, of shallow graves.

He wondered cowardice, upon innocent men, executed, shot in the back,

The use, of powerful weapons of war, that had seen the cities wracked.

He saw more, than you can imagine, he saw the peaceful lives, unfurled,

He saw, all the horrific deeds, for he was the eyes, and ears, of the world.

Far away, he saw the wicked creature, that wrought misery, upon our kin,

Knowing the evil sleuth, that twists the truth, shall one day, own its sins.