Injustice Or Nature
We cry out for peace..in the wilderness
and yet live where death flows like a river.
We call out for understanding
and yet hate blooms with each new birth,
nourished by the generation before.
We pray for kindness,
yet every day nature shows no mercy.
We turn inward,
as though the answers sought are burned into the subconscious mind.
We want change,
and yet we walk in illusion,
finding man is both Cain and Able.
We are heaven and hell
We turn our swords into plow shares,
then build a wall around the plowed field.
We are a creature of fences and borders,
that stalk the nights in search of the weak.
We are you and me in our darkest moments,
angry at action or inaction.
We are a burning fuse, a red tide suffocating,
a volcano that will bury, a lion killing,
every new cub born before our new kingdom.
We are who we are, dreamers, a bringer of death,
seekers of peace, a sunny day, a raging storm
We are nature's way of looking at itself,
arrogance and disillusionment,
wrapped up in a blanket of empathy.
Moving through time, awaiting death, praying for eternity.
contest I Can't Breathe
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