"Turmoil of Life"

"Life makes turmoil seem like perfect chaos,
Like sycamores twisting hands of Chronos.
How articulate life is, flashing memories of
Pain, suffering, love, and ideas of gods above.

"How little do the Gods cherish love! How can
They? Myth is money, creates greed, the American
Way. Perhaps the cul-de-sacs of our suburbs are
Atop the devil's lair. He buys Gods without a care.

"Leave the last of the life for free, and die golden,
Gray, riddled with disease. House now molded,
And all possession lost in despair of troubled
Family members. Is not this life grand?"
-Paul E.Q.

This is a little poem I wrote out of sheer boredom, I hope you will enjoy it, and perhaps have a comment on it. i do hope to see many more comments from viewers. Again, enjoy.