There is energy

There is energy

It is out there

Waiting to be called upon,

So I am told.

If only it was free

At the point of delivery,

We could all use it

Without penalty.

How do we choose,

When we have

So much to lose?

Food or heat

TV or a roof over

Our heads.

God knows we all need

To feel warm in our beds

And well nourished,

Especially when time

And mother nature

Catch up,

Breaking our bodies down

Cell by cell.

It is not just the old

Or infirm

But the children of poverty,

The silent majority,

The unheard voice,

Those with little choice,

The sweet little

Heart breakers

With wide eyes

And distended bellies,

Who are born

Into madness

To lay down and die

Without understanding

The true meaning of sadness,

As we bear witness,

Their energy

Barely tapped,

Just wasted.

As it bleeds into

The dust bowl,

A bottomless

Water less hole.

Old valleys

That fed the world

Covered in bloody rust

And broken

War machines,

As a crying wind

Blows the heat

Of their souls

Out of the world

And into the blue.