The world groans
In its agony.
For decadence
Pollutes its people.
Darkness enriches itself
As light is snuffed out,
Everywhere retreating,
Disappearing.
The art of butchery
Is highly honed
As war spreads
Its tendrils
Across the globe.
Terrorizing the weak,
Emboldening the strong.
Suffering has become
The norm which
Life is based upon.
©2018
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Strong and powerful poem , Aaron, too many skillful butchers indeed.
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Thank you Francina!
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Looking at this from the heart of stay at home pandemic, and currently healthy, it is strange how the world chooses to heal itself. Castaneda, wasn’t it, who said we are most alive when closest to death; and Jung it was I think who outed alchemy, that ability of the world to be whole when it is both terrible and wonderful at the same time. I watch the light rise over the forest from my bedroom window; the traffic on the nearby road has dulled, and I can hear birdsong; pollution has become suddenly less. I am a little concerned about our freedoms and I know there will be economic consequences coming. But for now we get to pause.
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