As Time Flies By

I close and open my fist in disgust
As I see time fly by
In time I can’t catch wasted time
Knowing fully well that I will rue
The time that flew by
There will be a time
When I will ruminate
The time that flew by
Time would only tell
What could have been
What I lost
As summer slowly passes
And I sit languidly
Listening to the gossips of the day
Silent gazes of strangers
Clouded by rising steam
From continuously refilled coffee cups
Locks for a moment on something
And furtively look away
Are they also ashamed of
The guilt of killing time
As another summer day
Rolls away to dusky evening
Co-conspirators we all
Guilty as accused
Vicarious pleasure
Of wasting time
As time flies by

Price of Silence

Meeks shall inherit the world
But the world will extract
Sweet vengeance
Leaving the meeks to ruminate
What could have been
As they are left to
Dance a macabre dance of death
On the tombs of millions
Littering a scorched earth
Sent to their untimely deaths
By  deadly silence of the meeks
That could be heard
Across the world
Silent approval of
The misdeeds of a few
Till the end of eternity
Meeks will have time to rue
The price of silence
Will weigh heavily
Nobody else to blame
But we