Life and Death

What is that state of consciousness
And the mannishment of sin
The moral sensibility
For me is wearing thin
Impressionable behaviour
An indifference in this world
Insentient a trance like state
In which children are hurled

It is indeed a maelsrom
An arranged adversity
Imagine bringing an infant
Into this psychopathy
This cerebral digression
The unthinking attitude
The imageless conception
Of How the mind is viewed

Ahead of our normality
Of pondering and care
Of the purest deliberation
And contemplation there
The mindlessness of people
Their thoughtlessness abounds
It is inconceivable
But apparently there are grounds

For believing it is commonplace
At close quarters where abuse
Is evident we read about it
Where parents are so obtuse
And they become irrational
In what life is about
Really apathetic
Uninvolved and so in doubt

Its a complete detachment
So unprepared are they
Imagine an infant entering
This kind of affray
Perhaps a dominant father
An abuser of his realm
He acts out as a master
Who stands guard at the helm

The mother could be worn down
By the vagaries of male
Who thus becomes unguarded
As such begins to fail
All here real responsibilities
Towards her child
And watches by default in fact
And a man who just is wild

If a child has caused this madness
A crying infant might
Unlock the wilful ugliness
Such superficial spite
Such naivete abd blankness
Unteachable maybe
An obscurantist in themselves
So bookless they can’t see

Deranged and uncontrollable
Such anger from within
Uncreative in their thinking
They are really feeling spin
They have developed a delerium
Unexpressive in many ways
Uncandid and evasive
And delusion really plays

Out they may be able to disguise
The way they feel
On the pretence their evasion from it
Is so very real
Though reticent and tight lipped
So they cannot reveal
A willingness to offer
A resolute display
Of constancy about the home
On any given day

And perhaps a submissive female
Compromising all the time
Really unheroic
Unable to climb
Back into reality
Is motiveless for she
Is rejected and discarded
By her partners infamy

Into this bubbling hotpot
An infant finds its way
Everything is unrehearsed
And improvised lets say
The inadequacy of training
And anger clearly there
Frustration about this or that
And no one that aware

An infants needs are many
Food warmth love and care
Its thought how does it get
Its point across so as to share
Its need it could be uncomfortable
Possible very sore
Or actually overheatung in some way
Its needs are raw

It cries and cries
And tbis just might
Create a spark somewhere
In the tinder box
Of frustration
That may be sitting there
Unarmoured and unprotected
To the menace around about
No one saw the warning signs
Or could stop the lout

Who clumsily lifted the baby
And shook it much too hard
And threw it back into its cot
In defiance really scarred
The psyxhe of that infant
Who of course then cried again
And was then subjected to such an attack
For by then he became insane

Thrust his fingers down the infants
Throat imagining he
Could stop the baby crying
And do it instantly
The baby clearly badly hurt
Needed instant care
A 911 call then was made
And the authority was there

The injuries are terrible
The baby may not pull through
Trying to communicate
It ended and the view
A monster was apparent
And had been inside that man
All though his life
Up till that point
And thats how it did pan

Out in this terrible attack
On his own shared child
His mental and spiritual makeup
Somehow he defiled
Clearly his indifference
And his loveless point of view
His resentment for his position
And his vindictiveness all through

The child is going to probably die
The charge will then be laid
For whatever reasons lives are lost
All this drama played
out in real life everywhere
The odious lament and the action of despair
Really if there are answers
To date they seem to be
Difficult to quantify
And in effect to see

The tragedy of cases
Like this just brings to mind
How innocence is compromised
And apparently how blind
Are many to this evil
That exists and clearly shows
So it should have been identified
From the danger it did pose

But nobody came forward
A lot would have turned away
Its really not my business
Thats what some would say
And the evil thus grows faster
And the bully he grows too
More audacious and more wilful
More arrogant all through

He’s a boil waiting to suppurate
To sxpel the pus within
His anger and frustration
And craven spirited sin
Fuels the dark emotion
And with explosive force we see
His monstrous evolution
And his vile audacity