Anonymous

Anonymous Sep 2010

With hearts in our hands
we pound the sky

the world burns below
and us atop our
mountains of greed
can know nothing
of the crumbling towers

the peasants rejoice
while their homes blaze

Anonymous Sep 2010

human nature

the wind whips
a tree outside my window

and i sit
looking through glass
drinking hot tea
in a comfortable chair
illuminated by electric lights

for to be human
is to deny nature

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