Kingdom of predators held at bay,
the enchanted land where we live,
survival of the fittest what they say,
too many “takers” not willing to give.
A dangerous place to say the least,
servants ruled by power and might,
under a false cloud known as peace,
proclaimed leaders say what’s right.
Conflicts of man repeat over time,
history teaches yet we still forget,
peace only exist within one’s mind,
when living our lives without regret.
Society’s greed, the hardship of war,
political lies fuel the need for power,
while the rich and poor all want more,
our own worst enemy that will devour.
Each of us are victims, we are the prey,
servants and rulers, lost in confusion,
each hoping to gain, to survive the day,
never realizing peace is just an illusion.
Am I my brother's keeper? Most definitely yes, especially when it comes to greed, envy and our moral and material values. Our lust for other's possessions won't let us seek peace. True, we definitely are lost in confusion. Good poem Samuel -- its insightful and well expressed.
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Edwin
I appreciate the realistic look at greed
and the dishonesty of those who seek power.
Axilea