and we the few lay vacant
as to how to survive.
The weather bleak.
The waves un-rested from the storm
and we here sit and wonder why and how
the world became so ugly and left its mark,
the dawn of time no more.
What is it about us as man
that left the idle rich rule the land?
What type of adventurous soul
left that mark and soil
to ruin him to sustain for all?
What type of genius
thought of GMO as a way to go?
What type of idiot
framed the world as one
and called it a game?
The horrifying thought
that nuclear war was a way to go
made me think
whatever was I a part to play
to let the world, once formidable and grand
to wretched and vile on every soil
stench with that of war and decay?
if the world now is dysfunctional
and man had all
and is left now with naught.
Generations to follow will wonder why
theirs did such and in that short space did destroy.
What type of fellow, are we in the West
to know and think first we are the best?
When in their wake a storm not
but nuclear holocaust.
Love your enemy.
Love that which is your own first
and yet we are heading north
to invade, what for next?
Love the land.
Keep the sea safe
from that of pollution
which we in the West did instigate.
Pollutant, vagrants, discard-able sorts
these are the types in the West
with their attitude in the Wild West
gun hugging sorts.
Love is the answer.
Love is the game.
But what in the West
but more violence
over and over again.
Love is the answer.
Try as we must.
Love is defeated
and hate our lust.
GBM
Take care.
Next nuclear.
Sorry, sad
perpetual in greed
these are the end dates
and man made is speed.
August 24th, 2016
Tags: The Long War
