I’m afraid
There is no help
While we race
To remain in existence
If seeking true peace
Without costing
Another day gone
Staying safe

Or keeping away
From each danger
Such doctors persuade
Aren’t useless
Like medicines made
For believing
Our death won’t come
Though it does

But expecting God
Intervenes
When eternity’s wrath
Still awaits us
From suicides done
Without knowledge
Yet jumping off cliffs
Never seen

As these pills indulge
Every horror
Some souls would choose
Begging freedom
Unless constant tasks
Will await them
Outside those lies
They are told

Since needing prayers
Now disguised
Contained inside
Written stories
And poems sung loud
Over orders
Barked by crooks
Claiming aid

Healing nothing
Besides empty shells
Knowing pictures fade
Despite painting
Upon layers left
After artists
Lose much worth
Running scared.

• J. Pigno