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Wind Farms of Love

Wind-farms of love Comets lighting humanity unplugged The Universe holding the strings to kindness cut to shreds Stars of the galaxy’s compassion electrocuted from greed Sunshine meant for feeding hunger scorching even subsistence Waters falling submerging in all the wrongful times and places Earth’s plentyful nutrition genetically modified beyond recognition Wisdom’s ingenuity silenced misappropriated unheard abused exploited Technology’s advancing progress wilfully promoting regression Moonlit gravitation shadowing graves and graveness’ darkest craters Freedom euphemized and meta-morphing towards bombed shrapnel’s genocide The hierarchy of needful needs is marginalizing enslaving colonizing Earthlings like puppets are dangling on remote control vegetate from self generated guillotines When ‘Exupery’s prince’ of wonderment is confused belittled booking his return but Could we not understand the metaphors and messages writings on the walls of silence in-scripted lines on conscience penned on paper on screens of consciousness contemplate and meditate on the perfect imperfection of what and how of who and why we could become and shed the shackles Windfarms of love and loving would harvest silently the winds of change Seeds of empathy reason and emotion would shine intuit reap a new beginning with candles lit on one end only waxing waning balancing the light and sparkling mind body spirit soul What a wonderful life with a tiny bit of effort recharged from paradigms of social justice which would smother egotistic blindness transform soften mellow illuminated share and care When blemished swords of blood guts gore rape and pillage of the planet blunt revert convert to ploughshares if esurience’s voracious selfishness relished transcription into generous benevolence once we stop and see and listen to the whispering wind and gentle breeze and if and when such poetry is valued more than all our money which after all we cannot eat 01st October 2016

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