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.
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