when our collective admiration flows to hollow men who know not the meaning of humanity,
surely, we have strayed from the course
we were gifted this place, a realm that could never be replicated for all of our ingenuity
this wondrous symphony of countless intricacies, existing in harmony
and now, it has all been stomped out for greed
how pitiful, and shame to those who conceived of this deceit
to think that, in the search of ‘progress,’ we have ceded our true purpose
life was never meant to be an endless quest for man-made possession
what more could we have possibly needed than what was already bestowed upon us?
i will not feel shame for my misgivings, for these intense feelings of disdain and anger
it is all simply the recognition of the innumerable sleights against the beauty of the world i see
and to overlook it means to remain blind
these days, when i think of purpose, it has been reduced to a singular effort
that i shall do what is in my power to ensure that the next generations will live freely once more
that they will understand that, somewhere along the way, we strayed from the path, and all of this has been the process of finding it once more
let my soul heal, along with my body
let my spirit level against the malevolence
let these hollow men be cracked open for the world to see
that when a real man is cracked open, he doesn’t lay empty…
he bleeds
