Hierarchy

With ill feet I walk, staggering to the truth Praying for strength Not hope My faith has no eyes. Blind to the fact that there are more out there Like myself, who feel Her, Crumbling beneath sick feet Join, hand-in-hand, and tell her it will NOT be ok. That we're here, and "we know" Coddleing her precipices While others, when she is distracted, Rape Her of Her innocence. Rejoice, Mother, Rejoice! When human-kind ceases So will their need to Take All that you would have given Had we co-existed as intended. Independence, unfortunately, Has killed us.