rahim Is man deserted in the Middle East? Does it bleed him as we bleed the Earth, The fouling of one sky always following? How could the sons of Isaac and Ishmael, So, not remember their way? Thinking They’re choosing peacing and warring on Each other for delusional profits, pleasures, While sanguine sands mark their real losses Of life, humanity’s loss of time. Wasn’t it written, God is watching and We are returning, as the home of heart In a child beckons the man that becomes? Isn’t it so, our souls call to us in silences? Yet, still, only the military machine rolls. What is, or could be, heard by any above this? A woman martyr, 18, imploded by the lies Taught to her from U.S. written, donated Textbooks, explodes, taking hers And others lives from us. Same as The shining Sun seems to divine famine. Here, clouds relent, watering soil, Cleansing spiritually, some mind’s eyes. While the media’s constant chides of, “You’re not the Earth, reality isn’t your Womb, rather, a tomb divined”, Though, only smoke and mirrors, divide. Yet, the life, indivisible, defies, a flower Blossoms, Michaelangelo’s on high roll by, An avian’s trill still rings true. So, what of me and you. Will we allow individual injustices to go Unchallenged, devolving into global ones? Our freedoms to wither, for, we didn’t Exercise our responsibilities? Death’s Dirge to purge our evolutionary calling? Manifest destiny’s rag to drag us through Their mud, determining the un-actuation Of life, our and large mammals extinction? Or, will birdsong be sung Of what we’ve done? Let not the only tear to eye be their Destined flood. Let our sojourn’s longing Redefine the sublime in morning’s Awakening. Let life at humanity’s hearth Grow, our being veracity and loving sow. Copy, share as you will.
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Is man deserted in the Middle East?
Does it bleed him as we bleed the Earth,
The fouling of one sky always following?
How could the sons of Isaac and Ishmael,
So, not remember their way? Thinking
They’re choosing peacing and warring on
Each other for delusional profits, pleasures,
While sanguine sands mark their real losses
Of life, humanity’s loss of time.
Wasn’t it written, God is watching and
We are returning, as the home of heart
In a child beckons the man that becomes?
Isn’t it so, our souls call to us in silences?
Yet, still, only the military machine rolls.
What is, or could be, heard by any above this?
A woman martyr, 18, imploded by the lies
Taught to her from U.S. written, donated
Textbooks, explodes, taking hers
And others lives from us. Same as
The shining Sun seems to divine famine.
Here, clouds relent, watering soil,
Cleansing spiritually, some mind’s eyes.
While the media’s constant chides of,
“You’re not the Earth, reality isn’t your
Womb, rather, a tomb divined”,
Though, only smoke and mirrors, divide.
Yet, the life, indivisible, defies, a flower
Blossoms, Michaelangelo’s on high roll by,
An avian’s trill still rings true.
So, what of me and you.
Will we allow individual injustices to go
Unchallenged, devolving into global ones?
Our freedoms to wither, for, we didn’t
Exercise our responsibilities? Death’s
Dirge to purge our evolutionary calling?
Manifest destiny’s rag to drag us through
Their mud, determining the un-actuation
Of life, our and large mammals extinction?
Or, will birdsong be sung
Of what we’ve done?
Let not the only tear to eye be their
Destined flood. Let our sojourn’s longing
Redefine the sublime in morning’s
Awakening. Let life at humanity’s hearth
Grow, our being veracity and loving sow.
Copy, share as you will.
Thanx for all you do. Have a good eve’ :) reality