A World Without Conflict
Written: March 07, 2024
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As I gaze up at the sky,
A vision appears in my mind:
A ring of children, of all hues and races,
Joking, holding hands, embracing;
A ring spanning a stallion world
A ring versatile yet unfurled,
A ring symbolizing brotherhood
A ring of abounding love.
This planet—also known as home
It's such a stupendous elixir,
We may grow, sow, and share food,
From its sky, we rave water
From its clay, we nurture,
From its stone we build flats
And in her womb, we lay.
Born as aureate jewels,
Can ignite or extinguish embers
The universe is a bedizen of promise;
Here it hangs its head with a chuckle
But, the world is a vile caesura.
Doom lullabies whispered,
As pilotless drones strike
Phantasm pristine promise
Fetched forward from fallacy;
Sky and sea, once majestic
Ashen gray—a hint of skepticism
Graves replaced hospitals
Leaders now pave tombs
With heroism...
Falsehoods ratified by political fear,
Whilst pillars and epitaphs are in the sky,
Food scarcity—fueled by inflation
Friends turn foes in a dismal imply
Social enigma—imposed by fear,
And kids frolic with rubble—the worst is near
The early sky is tearful
Blaming acid rain for hate
World-destroying plummet
Atone for the past, but futile;
Forlorn screams flood the globe
Unfathomable July snowfall
A stark signal of our perilous crisis.
An inherently warlike planet
An inherently hostile universe
Killing animals, kids, and seniors,
Ill intent spills, pandemonium drools;
Greedy for what we lack
Yearning for ash, rocks, blood,
Scorching soul, gaping abyss,
Sliding down, winding tracks,
Wanting to flaunt
Falling star, soul stab.
Yet we share blood and organs
Requiring alike air,
One day, its clay will wrap us all.
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Sotto Poet
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