"THOUGHTS OF A HUMAN LEMMING".

[Bernard de Silva]

"THOUGHTS OF A HUMAN LEMMING".

Wandering as paranoia's plaything,
Morosely trekking fantasy's expanse,
For a fevered fertile mind races madly
As I hurtle, as a lemming to the brink.
Have I succumbed now to hallucination
A confusion giving reason not a chance,
Is it stark reality, morbidity or insanity
Which denies man the ability to think..

Or perhaps the fetid breath of carnage
Fouled convention's stifling acrid scent.
From futility born in helpless genocide
Beast in mankind arisen crass and vile.
Risen and empowered, fostering all evil
Not restraint moral, nor visage of repent
Shackled, one human lemming rushes on
Denied respite, or the means to reconcile.


©. Copyright : Bernard de Silva.

[SergoA]

Hi, Bernard!
How little I know you! You, in this piece, show your stern and right look at life! Grotesque - yes! Stern - yes! Truth - yes!
Enjoyed very much!
Congratulations, my friend!

[Bernard de Silva]

G'day Sergo,
                You know, when you look really closely at a lot of these 'lemmings',
you could be forgiven for thinking they are just ordinary rats...
                                               Take Care, My Friend.
                                                                       Bernie...

[SergoA]

Hi, Bernard!
Are we in a real world?
Yep, you are right - not!
But, some of us are not lemmings!
S.