shimmering spring
through our winter grief
mirroring autumn's passion
far beyond our disbelief
what reflective dreams will bring
time is such a rational thief
trapped by physical stealth
wrapped in stealthy fashion
what washed up
on the eastern shore
rationalizing troubled wealth
of these western nations
so the cards are played
both poverty and health
every war deck is stacked
what about each southern station
where more distance is
corporeal and such a greedy beast
while altruistic space
trembles as it is fracked
all those trackless politics
tactful yet appalling
bits of northern pieces
falling from impacted sky
we're blinded by a glimmering
no matter how hard we try
to blend and bind
simmering stew and horse hoof glue
all four seasons
tattered for no reason
battered just because
not how or even why
that offensive meat grinder
across the defensive sea
what we fail to grind
or shortsightedly boil
we seem to toil
trying to clearly see
those bastard doctrines and chemicals
we masterfully eat and breathe
our genetic paranoia
confused by a generic sun
what a strained mix
five fingers pulling triggers
both hands and feet in some tragic fix
digging graves in bomb shell gardens
entrenched in bloody smelly trenches
deep in that vengeful sleep
just broken rocks and shattered sticks
is it static bread or fatal breadth
propaganda the fixed world is grossly fed
hurriedly burying nationalities
gloss over the amplitude of cost
slaughtering screaming countries
so much is screech and dread
when peace and truth
lay truly dead

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