Ashes

we fill urns

as humanity burns

and the world turns

while no one learns

the lessons of old

we kill for visions of gold

as divisions unfold

like the prophets foretold

long written in bold

but between the lines

the designs come to light

they scripted this fight

to Caesar’s delight

pushed us left and right

split day from night

said its black and white

but out of sight

and mind

use third eyes

to find

the truth

hidden

in the ashes

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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