A tortured Einstein in a world so benign

Where souls are diminished and pacifists sign

The malignant order of “We” man kind. 

Eyes see the world in its pitiful state

The tears, the torrent, the putrid hate

His emotions prepare for their eminent fate

Twisted and tortured from the benevolent thoughts

of a world of bad deeds where emotion is lost

Shakes his head softly and considers their cost

Tears stain his face in a fierce attack

His thoughts are bleeding........ his body goes slack

And the stars cry for him with an empathy rare

It is oneness not loneliness, this warrior’s lair

He’s a concrete abstract, in a world void of flair

Slowly he picks his way through the masses

Of souls who claw at his face as he passes

He makes his way home... on his tears...and collapses