Mascaraed
as a good start to the day
leaving
the mind wide open on display
a
warmth came and settled into the bone
a
darkness was coming who would have known
Scurrying
along we're critters on this land
from
afar we look like ants; woman, child and man
minuscule
entities when seen from space
the
thought alone should put us in our place
We're
like a virus on this beautiful planet
more
a contaminate and a hindrance I bet
poisoning
the waterways and the soil
like
an infection or a topical boil
A
dose of ice age or some major calamity
would
return the Earth to where she should be
reducing
the numbers of you and me
while
letting nature truly roam free
Protesters,
free radicals and tree huggers
animal
lover of no legs, four legs, fish and birds
guaranteed
entrance through St. Peter's gate
the
rest of us will find it to be a little too late
Not
a total wipe out, some people will survive
even
the Earth needs something from human kind
so
the strong and the witty will remain alive
the
tenderly strong and those that use their mind
Like
a rerun or a well watched play
it
started out as a beautiful day
What
would they do if they were to know
remain
disbelieving, until the first wind did blow
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by Patrick B Vince
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