Tungstenturtle Poetry

I wonder sometimes,
why things are happening,
reading between the lines,
the tolerance level is thin
what surprises future brings
what existence we are in.

Murpheys law says,
if a desaster is possible,
there are many different ways,
the outcome is not the reasonable,
whatever potentcy there lays,
it is no doubt the worst feasable.

From this point of view,
things seem quite okay,
sure we made some things through,
but in a particular way,
with some effort and ideas new,
I see hope, I have to say.

I wonder what is necessary,
I wonder what must be done,
to turn fate to the contrary,
that the daily madness might be gone,
to build a peacful sanctuary,
for a wonderful future yet to come.

An actual wonder might help all,
but from which god and why,
they didn’t receive any prayers call,
non existing, not interested or shy,
or trapped behind a wall,
I am not desperate enough to try,

I think it needs once again a renaissance,
to rise against the greed,
to get rid of the imorale dominance,
to plant of reason a seed,
against desinformation and ignorance,
to understand where they try to lead.

I wonder if this might be a way,
at least it might be a spark,
and who knows one day,
in a world that tends to be dark,
there is no need anymore to pray,
on humanities own remark,

we understand once again,
that together is better
no differences of human,
that not money or items matter,
that the wonders humankind can,
will once again the warlords shatter.