The Damage is Done II
The damage is done. Our homeless despair,
hungry for handouts from strangers in cars,
huddled in doorways, sleeping in trash bags,
wounded, dejected, forsaken and scarred.
Unfit to come out of the rain.
The damage is done. Our hatred surrounds us.
Bigotry, prejudice march fist in glove.
Shouts of supremacy: “My God beats your God."
Self-taught intolerance strangling the dove,
deepening humanity’s pain.
The damage is done. Our whims became law.
Too late we awakened to hear the earth cry.
Wisdom and foresight forgot to align,
sealing the fate for our oceans and sky.
More people just add to the strain.
The damage is done. Oh dispirited world!
Wildlife in peril, but wars to maintain.
Our consciences roused, humans vow to reform,
remodel the future and start a campaign,
but after the damage is done.
THE DAMAGE IS DONE I
We found a resolution to an ageless, timeless puzzle,
a sublime composition so elegant in proportion.
Our minds were opened, our hearts transformed.
Like rings intertwined, locking together,
we made a beautiful fit.
We gave to each other what no one else could,
discovered love,
and like a favorite concerto resounding in my soul,
forever ascending through the center of my being,
you -- enduringly, irreversibly -- changed me.
The damage was done.
I learned the puzzle was made with no solution,
its directions somehow misunderstood.
I know very well that ignorance isn't bliss
and every experience profits a mind
striving for wisdom and happiness!
So, if memories sting in the depths of my eyes,
and pleasures drift like phantoms through my thoughts,
if your kiss still lingers warm in my mouth
after your lips leave mine,
if fragments of the present relive past dreams,
and our future seems nebulous
as sea mists flying on the wind,
and if your love for me should be forever lost,
then pain is the cure as pain is the cost
now that the damage is done.