Mirrors of Delusion
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 mindset
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?
Warmongers pay attention.
Do you honestly believe your efforts
are for the betterment of mankind,
for the planet’s gift of plants, animals, birds 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.
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Behind the scenes are the manufacturers of armaments who are a self perpetuating process where they have to have war in order to remain prosperous. The war to end all wars has not happened yet. But if it does, the entire earth will suffer for thousands of years.
Your poem cries out for The Hill to pay attention. Perhaps it's time we stop sending money and weapons of great destruction to countries who use it for war. And even supplying our militias of self-righteous intent.
Ron