MOM DAD AND YOURS TRULY
There are those of us who hold all they sense as dear.. there are those who like the rain.. some love times sparkling clear.. just a little thought of thanks and hope for those in fear..
An Islphobe reacts to robes of primitive crossed greed.. fear of murderers and liars as one must question need..
Those who think in terms of doom running Jihad tracks.. you know the ones whose sanity slipped down through crazy cracks..
Mercenary sounds of murder scary for the child.. will never change our species.. creature love.. sharing mild..
Some say there is no force so smart it avoids insane.. for sure no small group pooping lack of courage from their brains..
Despite the early night of death to take breath from unknown.. despite the soulless biz types who break life in blood and bone..
Past the dump of useless pumps repeating nothing good.. staying there in dumpland as bad things always should..
Despite the growing.. never knowing blast from time long gone.. our species large and growing lives and true to self live on..
Fear is never here for long it stays where useless may.. but most of us.. in love.. love well to love another day..
This poem is dedicated to the outstretched hand extended to those lost while traveling imposed roads..
It is in prayer for the child of greed.. that he may learn to love and care..
Freedom and Peace to you.. my species.. where in our ‘Eden’ even the most foul cannot corrupt our hope and nature.. T.