"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Posts tagged “Humanity

Gallery

the “Parasites”

the "Parasites"

They came with their politics,

Their money, their greed,

Stealing from the poor,

On countries to feed.

.

The world, their game board,

And we, the playing pieces,

Just sacrificial pawns,

For the few, the one.

.

They hide behind bullshit,

Spread by their sycophants,

Flaunting their privilege,

This class of psychopaths.

.

Society their blood vessel,

They latch on and suck,

“The ultimate parasite,”

The people just grunt.

.

Taxes and credit,

Bailouts and more,

Kickbacks and bribes,

Economy through the floor.

.

Never is enough,

An unsatisfied hunger,

Our democracy’s decayed,

The world to their plunder.

.

Hear the war mongers?

They scream for the elite,

“Our parasites are hungry,”

From one and all, shall eat.

.

by
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

…………………………………………………………………………..

[ Image used:  pixabay.com/en/annual-report-stock-exchange-203761 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′


Gallery

“Watched The News Today”

"Watched The News Today"

I was watching the news today,

And what do I see?

.

Politicians blowing sunshine,

And wars overseas;

Blood, and death,

Even killing of our bees;

Robbers and banksters,

On nations they scheme;

Corporations playing god,

Even tampering with our seeds.

.

Skies are turning silver,

From things we can’t see;

The poisoning of our crops,

On which the people feed;

More government than people,

And they say that we’re free;

The only ones living,

Are the wealthy and elite.

.

Cost of living getting higher,

And insurance we can’t eat;

Wages that stagnate,

Unable to afford needs;

More homeless than ever,

Numbers growing like weeds;

Our lives losing value,

Nowhere left to flee.

.

Yes,.. .

I watched the news today,

but not on t.v.,

I opened my eyes,

And this I could see.

.

by
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

……………………………………………………………………..

[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/906371 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′


Gallery

“Passed”

Passed

It was nice out,

Till the wind came,

And sucked it all away.

.

Daylight gone,

No warmth, no sun,

Is this the end of days?

.

Humans,.. .

No longer proud,

Hiding in holes like strays.

.

Darkness abounds

In distant screams,

Stars have all passed away.

.

Humanity lost,

Like rabid dogs,

We’ve all become insane.

.

So hungry now,

No plants to eat,

Animals have all decayed.

.

A planet dead,

So lifeless now,

Has simply faded away.

.

Like nothingness,

Never were here,

Just remnants of our day.

.

by
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

………………………………………………………………………………

[ Image used:  pixabay.com/en/desert-clouds-mood-end-time-288352 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′


Gallery

“Remember when.. .”

"Remember when.. ."

“Remember when.. .”

.

Remember when the skies were blue,

And children went out to play,

Before the sky changed it’s hue,

And the earth began to decay.

.

When flowers bloomed,

In sunlight’s ray,

Before the gloom,

Of skies of gray,

Before the doom,

Of every day,

Remember when skies were blue?

.

.

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

…………………………………………………………………

[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/945853 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′


Gallery

“We’re”

We're

We’re beautiful and loving,

We’re wicked and mean,

We’re evil and kind,

And

Everything in-between.

.

)-(
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

……………………………………………………………………

[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/907211 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′


Gallery

“I’ve Come”

I've  Come

The night’s no longer,
Nor is the day,
Of endless hunger,
Nor men astray.
For with a thunder,
God did say,
“No more plunder,
Nor evil ways.”

“I’ve come you see,
To put a stop
To mans disease,
Like days of Lot.
Men do tease,
With evil thought,
On bended knees,
They smite the rock.”

“Governments of death,
Nations of plutocracy,
Where evil nests,
Devouring democracy.
The people’s best,
Full of bureaucracy,
Never they rest,
In all their hypocrisy.”

“For lack of plenty,
The people starve,
Deprived of money,
Society marred.
What some think funny,
Leave others scarred,
Bees and honey,
Are forever barred.”

“Yes, you see,
With a hunger,
I’ve come to thee,
To cure my blunder.
You and me,
And all my wonder,
I take from thee,
And do so smother.”

And with his hand,
The night was no longer,
Nor was the day.

.
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

………………………………………………………………………………….

[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/621511 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′ 


Gallery

“We Live In A Time”

"We Live In A Time"

“We Live In A Time”

.
Of great turmoil, and distress;

Of evil, and hatred,
Great horror, and regret;

Of,.. .

Dirty sands,
Empty lands,
Wicked hands,
And murderous bands;

Of,.. .

Evil works,
Deadly jerks,
Killing clerks,
While in the church;

Of,.. .

Hopeless whys,
Children’s sighs,
Government lies,
And mothers cries;

Of,.. .

Endless death,
That never rests,
Contentious threats,
The blood still wet.. .

We live in a time,
Of do nothing, and watch;

Of sadness, and crime,
And stupidity, un-thought.

.
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

………………………………………………………………………………………

[ Image used:  pixabay.com/en/sunset-desert-dry-trees-sandy-soil-284213 ]

Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′


Gallery

“Not Even A Sigh”

''Not Even A Sigh''

Living in the trenches,
Where people just stare.
Life’s dangling branches,
Have all become bare.

No leaves, or fruits,
Showing for its troubles.
A trunk, some roots,
As its life crumbles.

People walking by,
All look the other way.
Not even a why,
It’s just another day.

Living in the trenches,
I see people begging.
What horrible wretches,
I hear the rich bragging.

Down deep, a hole,
I hear them all screaming.
So dark, and cold,
Wishing I were dreaming.

The tree is no more,
All decayed and withered.
Rotten to the core,
As life has wintered.

Still people walk by,
Just look the other way.
Not even a sigh,
It’s just another day.. .

.
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

……………………………………………………………………

[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/37021 ]

Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′


Gallery

“Selfish Sadness”

Selfish Sadness

Sitting here in my chair,
Out my window, I do stare,
All the world it seems so bare,
No one now does even care.

To and fro I see them go,
Endless nowhere no one knows.
As life deals its deadly blow,
No one cares the life they sew.

So much sadness in it all,
How they walk an endless hall,
Running round and chasing balls,
To finally hit that final wall.

Nothing here is even real,
Grabbing wealth like some big deal,
From their neighbors, they do steal,
While others hope to have a meal.

Selfish sadness is all I see,
As people starve and hope to be,
What I see it sickens me,
We all were meant to be so free.

.

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

…………………………………………………………………….

[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/844694 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2013′


Gallery

“The Human Race,.. .”

Lord Hancock

Is The World Around Us What It Seems To Be?
It’s Definitely Not What We Were Brought Up To Believe.
It May Have Been At One Time, Or Was It?!

Our Country Was Formed By Dreamers,
Who Had All The Best Intentions Of Heart,
They Believed In A Better World!

They Had No Idea,.. .
That Their Children’s Children Would Change All That,
Would Destroy All They Had Worked So Hard To Bring Together.

We Are A Horrible Bunch,
All We Care About Is Ourselves,
We Don’t Care About No One Or Thing,
Unless There’s Something In It For Us!

The Human Race,.. .
From The Beginning Of Time,
Has Done Nothing But Destroy, Murder And Plunder!

We Are A Disease That Grows On This Planet,
Like A Cancer Spreading Out Devouring Everything In It’s Path,
We Kill And Take From Each Other Like It’s Some Kind Of Sport!

Yes, Some Of Us,.. .
Have Opened Our Hearts Enough To Experience Love,
Without Some Personal Gain!

To Have Experienced The Inner Heart Of Another Human Being,
To Have Tasted Life,.. .
. . . .. And It’s Joy!

The World We Live In,.. .
. .. Is A Temporary Thing,.. .
. . . .. Is An Illusion Of Our Making!

.
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved