Sound came round wheels pounded dirt packed from before.. big ol’ ship from thieves.. bankers who live on foreign shores..
Promises handed down from warriors and sage.. book of peaceful life unread.. no one turned the page..
Darkest ages judge with gauges set to ‘control crowds’.. confused as morbid curious folks screamed pain aloud..
Species as with feathered and antlered of the wild.. will respond.. genetic ponds hear old.. mid age and child..
Primal as of oldest old.. what forms what will be.. every second.. every life.. each passion.. mystery..
Metaphor oppressions door when megaloes rule a land.. building walls around their fear.. they fail to understand..
One test follows worst and best.. every land and home.. every chance to fight or dance.. settle well or roam..
Survive.. laugh.. sing.. tell it well.. every place the news.. each is one named daughter son.. a face placed well and true..
Thought.. ‘though politics is not my reason.. I do not dismiss what is.. I know of no time in history.. contrasted as history is.. when what is best for the dominant majority of our country.. indeed the world.. has come to us.. to those thankful.. to those unknowing.. presenting hope and stark contrast to cold corporate manipulation and war.. mankind is evolving.. whether one believes science or story.. creationist or evolutionist.. nature comes to assist us.. bring us to ourselves as we leave the childish toys of conflict with those conflicted’.. Peace Tony