what i see when i look back toward the future

i wonder of
the stars
and the
breaking hearts,
but the meaning has been lost
and the trials are just beginning.
the hands are about
the throat,
choking the meaning back
like tears.
we hold on and live,
but what is it truly?
have we yet to cower
in a way that best
represents our inner
coward?
we are told
over and again
how we need this,
how we yearn
for this,
how we live for this,
yet i see no one living.
i see dying eyes in
drought
licking at the sky
for a single drop
to quench the parched
throats
of the multitudes.
i see screaming
in the streets for fair
treatment
while wealthy pigs
pay nothing for their
share.
i see money played
like a game
to those who can
afford to wipe their
assholes with the
interest.
i see entire families
living under one roof
so they may eat,
so they may sleep,
so they may live.
i see children
without a home
drowning
for freedom.
i see new wars
contrived and convincing,
building and breaking
hope for future peace.
i see the tired tears
of those who feel
helpless from it all.
i see the blindness
in us all.
i see the game
and it's time
to stop playing.