Sense of Community

Has the age of individualism So brandished, exaggerated, and barren Run around of all purpose to cherish? From all separatist stupidity And bereft stitches of wild cruelty Have we lost ourselves in blight? The pursuit of wealth and mobility Endless highways catching manic flight The turbulence of ball blasted might All the while dangling in the fire of the sun Forgetting the soil the couches each lung And each being carried by all others It must be fundamental orienting perspective in the light of hours The bond of community nourishing all flowers