Mirrored Delusions

How true that ghosts of ubiquitous corpses rise up
with nary an epiphany to rely on,
no insight to ruminate about.

Like embalmed habits,
the quest of no return,
the take-no-prisoners mind set
continues without pause.

And yet…

We point fingers at Near Eastern neighbors
and their tribal persistence of pain,
as if we know better.

We…

Who only use a different lexicon
to explore futility,
to frame our mirrors,

when the reflections can only present truth,

regardless of language.

Why does the mirrored beholder
remain mute?

Might it be that ignorance is difficult to change

without the willingness to be honest?

War mongers pay attention.

Do you honestly believe your efforts

are for the betterment of mankind,

for the planet’s gift of plants, animals, foul and fish?

How about air to breathe, void of contamination?

Who needs to get a life, huh?

Maybe the pawns of the world masquerading as kings?

Hello… the Hill.