The very substance of our souls lies in the
awareness that souls have no substance.
The subterranean river of empathy is
Hidden from physical view; its gurgling
Sounds drowned out by the collective
Cries of shattered children choking on
The dust of exploding buildings, and the
Silent sobs of the bereaved whose loved
Ones still live, albeit now with distain in their eyes.
The primal scream of gardens exploited and
Ravaged, brutalized, assaulted, denigrated …
King Cupidity’s narcissistic private morality has
Seeped into the corridors of power, virus-like
Invading the brains of those wishing for a
World where they can rest both comfortably and
Guilt-free atop a system of oppressive injustice.
Shall not the judge of the earth do right?
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