It is
The greying stones of old buildings
Weathered people
The palpable cinders of coffin stains
Draped flags Drooped heads and Drained faces
Sequoia’s ancient as Methuselah Falling in once lush meadows
It is
Diesel and gold, and diamonds
It is, dictators and conservatives
It is murderers and mutilation
It is the lies we tell to children
It is the scars on my brothers back
It is religion and regalia
It is an indifferent and inhumane god
It is the desperate stare of the ravening children
And it is life.
And you deign to tell me I need
Your god.
I hope we can teach him
how to love…
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
It is
The greying stones of old buildings
Weathered people
The palpable cinders of coffin stains
Draped flags Drooped heads and Drained faces
Sequoia’s ancient as Methuselah Falling in once lush meadows
It is
Diesel and gold, and diamonds
It is, dictators and conservatives
It is murderers and mutilation
It is the lies we tell to children
It is the scars on my brothers back
It is religion and regalia
It is an indifferent and inhumane god
It is the desperate stare of the ravening children
And it is life.
And you deign to tell me I need
Your god.
I hope we can teach him
how to love…
An earlier one of mine when i started writing again a few years ago
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