See the angry acts of many rich
too proud to bond
with mother earth
their caskets bulge
with stolen goods,
no thought to share their riches
with generosity given freely
their greedy souls never searching
their habits deadened, never knowing
thoughts worth thinking.
Some people care within demise
their envy keeps them living
their thoughts so easily lead astray
their longing never ending.
It’s how falsehood gets passed down
onto the many seeking
sustenance over fear,
plentitude over awareness,
bitter after the war to win all wars is lost,
roles played again and again
they sing their lonely anthems.
Their search for meaning never stays
the price too high
the road too steep and winding
the streets unpaved,
muddy ruts along the way
too deeply formed
to costly to dispute
with academic kindness.
The end result? Blindness, winds its way/along its way,
no hope of rescue from their dying]
too lost to find/the road they think/that’s never there,
Their narrow thoughts an outside force that seeks to win the day despite the loss of living.
Their fear? Death before living life.
Their regret? Unknown dreams and fantasy that never lived,
locked up crying within,
never seeing the light of day
never love finding,
a game they play with no winners.
except those few who find themselves
home at last
at journey’s end;
the place where