Is your world a little less plastic?
Dead to your ideologies
Old and rustic?
Or is it much flatter than your selfish mind
Revolving around you and the several like your kind?
That use, reuse, wash and destroy
Never seeking to employ
But all sorts of discrimination and tactical evasion deploy.
Shh...Quiet,
The rugal folds as you watch from above, made of mangroves and hills.
The Cars like sprawling ants of different colours
File behind each other like a line at the till
And nothing is more beautiful
Than life itself.
As Yellow gold drops, pearmeate the atmosphere
Like grating a big fat orange - zest everywhere.
it keeps spinning,
The same cycle everyday
Day after day, we age
Slowly fading away like the green on Autumn's leaves
And I wonder,
What is there to life anyway?
Its beauty that we cannot see
Because we're busy
Fighting wars across the sea
Universally
- Peace,
She is still missing.
And unity has gone astray.
Love, is a stranger in her home
Yet in the land of the brave
Daily fear - our daily bread
Of seen battles within
And the unknown ones
Posed by the rest of the world
That to her remains largely unknown.
Life, What is it worth?
A strange person's penny?
Or the blood diamonds that flirt with our fingers?
Is your world still flat?
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| Chicago - 17-Jan-2015 Photo by Fimisola Samuel |
17/1/2015
