In moments of contemplation our heads bow silently.
We are deep in thought, profound in nature.
Huddled together.
Internally begging.
Pleas to the powers that be, to set us free.
Collective consciousness please feed our positive power.
Pleas for consensus of opinions.
That they can only find a match stick without a coated head, so it may ignite no further.
Surely our fine deities would not approve, of all the evil deeds here done.

Just be another battle, that no-one ever won.
Release us of our burden.
By ways of tongues that utter logic.
Of brewing war that's eating at the core of too many sour apples,
So be it.
A message from Earth and her inhabitants to those in control of everybody's destiny.
(c)Livvi