Poem-No Strings Attached

Wordsworth! Thou should'st be living at this hour.
Both you and Milton would run scared
Potential love in this world cowers
behind walls that are not there.

Apathy reigns, Action the cure,
but the syringes have run out
and poor conditions have assured
Death an endless stock of shouts.

Greed against the Holy Dove,
the former is winning the match.
Oh how glorious would be Love
if there were no strings attached.

How delightful simple care
unconditional and pure,
if selfish wishes didn't share
its putrid needle, not secure.

A puppet with its strings severed
remains sprawled on the floor,
but humans, free should more than ever
remain loose to the heart's core.

So should Love, which still remains
a marionette that simply follows.
Its "when and where", its pains and gains
do not reflect the wood so hollow.

Instead they do what string commands
and string obeys lever and gear;
they in turn answer to man
who's loyalty is to Pain and Fear.

Thus, Evil commandeers
this fake, crude Love that rises new,
that screams loudly, crystal clear
"if there's no Me, then there's no You."

Lenin's phrase always echoes
"A lie told often enough becomes truth"
And Lennon said that "with eyes closed"
life is easy as a recluse.

So fake Love that many praise
must be seen with open eyes
and must be burned, demolished, razed
discarded as a truthful lie.

Hope that Hope can push and shove
this door locked by chain and latch
Let us pray that Faith's white glove
can make this monumental catch.

Greed against the Holy Dove,
Let's hope the latter wins this match.
Oh how glorious would be Love
if there were no strings attached.