We’re all just
Creatively bankrupt
In a world whose belief
Fosters nothing
But witnessing scenes
More traumatic
Than the ones our art
Could depict

Like someone else
Jumping from bridges
Never noticing lives
Fallen desperate
Still staring down leaps
Hardly knowing
How deep their despair
Must become

Finding hope
Beyond any meaning
Facing empty days
Always working
Growing silent
When courting disaster
Lost among their thoughts
Feeling numb

With nowhere to turn
But relief
By avoiding tasks
Still repeating
As they validate fears
Always twisted
Undermining God
If He’s there

Until papers
Avoid every truth
Wishing headlines
Offered us answers
Where souls unknown
Endure punishment
Those authorities swear
Were deserved

Despite warnings
Waiting at home
Conveniently missed
Through avoiding
Such beautiful prayers
Feigning ignorance
Pouring money on top
Open wounds.

• J. Pigno