The Dharma Ends
Your fate is sealed
Once a year
or so the book
tells us
Death is not
a thing to worship
Life is!
When some small creature
crawled forth from the primeval
ooze
We were left with
the responsibility of
continuing the cycle
We walk on gilded splinters
and just maybe we should let
Father Time decide our fate
But I feel we should
resist to the end
Stop the killing
Let peace reign
on our small planet
which circles a life-giving star
We are the stewards of
our biosphere
We owe our exsitence
to a miracle
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2010
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