We are at war with each other (first & foremost)
because we are at war with(in) ourselves
(our hearts) we are found inconstant and
(battles rage on)
thus it has been recorded:
‘divided houses cannot stand’

We have in general, as a society
Gone into an evolutionary stupor
Waiting for things to “happen to us;”
And having thus become reactionary
Instead of pioneering proactivity
(Which has been a hallmark and
A badge or merit we have carried
Through the centuries until now)
Slumber until we begin to live again
Lift our gaze from our lint-free navels
And look around; walk and be a part
Of this existence, this is no dream...
This is no nightmare... never has...
We can rouse ourselves & each other
Raise a bugle sound for one and all!

you are almost always
Better than that
and you definitely  
can do much Better
if you merely tried
while Better things await
those who better themselves
to better better, better to best.

leering, peering
lioness in waiting
pouncing, striking
as jugular appears
a common enemy
we surely must have

a walk down flaming paths
fueled by spawning oceans
dulls bioluminescent sparkles,
momentarily eclipses senses;
waiting for veils to rise up
as breezes begin to blow