Is This the World I asked for?

by Joshua Benjamin

In a time when I was made, in a moment when I came to be;
A naive being anticipated an innocent world;
Filled with the sunshine of love and pure bliss;
While in the dark chambers of an earthy balloon;
Meditating in such light of speechless serenity;
Curiosity forces it out of the bloody cave;
Finally, it sees its imaginations but cries;
Not in response to new life but rather to a dead world;
Is this the world I asked for, whispered its wailing?
But no one cared, its mourning was their dancing.
Time strolled in to give it a brief journey;
Many sights, many voices and many words;
And soon the “it” believed it was a she or he;
Claiming the wisdom of foolishness and the humility of pride;
The greed of ambition and the rage of passion;
Time paying a visit again and alas I was on the streets of my cosmos;
Now a living and spiritual matter willed a slave to reason and belief;
Beholding the hilarious laughter of suffering on my kind?
Nature groaning with me as I silently wailed “Is this the world I asked for?”
The trees moved by the broken tears of my heart;
Helpless were they to comfort my obscure agony;
They likewise victims of the hatred of my intelligence;
How I wished I had another world to call my cosmos before I came to be.

~shua~