A question, furious cousin.
Do not allow ignorance
My son and daughter

Do not allow your mind
To become the cannon fodder

Ignorance is bliss
Can that be said for Divine?

Take my two cents
There is left but a dime

The broken bloodied hand
Of yesterday’s time

Is left severed and withered
In the dirt next to
A coal mine

We settle for complexity
Because fighting is beyond me

Fighting for simplicity
Seems but a mess to me

Cavemen
Live better
We men
We live longer.