This is the first time I post any of my writing... would love to hear what you think.

Winds of human suffering assemble in shantytowns,
tent cities, skid rows.
assemble in throngs of despair clad residents.
Brick, mortar, sweat, pride, crumble with the hate of the unseen.
Ideologies twisted beyond recognition
Perfect feeble mind traps set
The hunters perching at the ready
Prey so willing to enter the brightly lit chasms of lies
A city called many names where they gather to honor Ares.
Aphrodite and Benten under interminable siege
downtrodden they may be, they say, but money talks, humanity walks
However, if you would, kindly, please, suffer in silence, unburden us from your despair, die..
Our unceasing thanks, for your cooperation.
Words spoken through the glitter of polished teeth,
alien to the bitter taste of barely edible sustenance
Bodies of royalty, unused to the sun’s life
Chemically aping it’s myriad hues,
strangers to “slightly” tainted water in the bottles of babies.
Tough luck kid, your mommy should’ve married up.
Better luck next life…afterlife...
Messianic wishes emanate from the innumerable
Causing circumvention of true meaning
Reverse alchemists of word that change word meaning
From golden truth, to gray, leaden, malleable cheapness
The remorseful lambs standing by while guiltless live for the glory of an instant‘s lust.
A child looks for familiar faces in the tangle of unidentifiable sadness
Nothing sadder…nothing sadder…Why am I?
Witness the spineless bystander, knowing that he knows, and powerless.
Corpulent in spirit, a fat, content, unwilling, sheep.
Watching seeds and flowers torn asunder
Gardens left in ruin The vermin win the day…
Old men, the overlords of war
Waging video games on unsuspecting innocents
Old men, the perverse wise fools who shed no blood for mistakes
Young men, the hormone induced tool
Blinded by duty to country, duty to dogma, swollen with pride and purpose
Bravado, blinded by themselves. O.k. “men” of the world…time, once again, to play cowboys and indians
Lovely Mothers and angelic Babies, the innocence of innocence, inconsequential…
As morning rises, we resume…
WATTTZ…

I really like it Watttz
It paints a bleak picture for you. Then the last line makes you think of a new day dawning. So maybe it won't be so bad today?
Thanks for sharing

very heavy, very cool welcome to this forum, hope to see more!

thought provoking and deep- welcome and post more

What a way with words.

Thank you all for your kind words. I was very reluctant to post but I'm glad I did. I look forward to any feedback, comments, or critique. Thanks again. :)

We're glad you decided to post, we need more good writers, like yourself.