Confluent Madness

Hate and love
Locked in mortal combat

Crossing of swords continue
Amidst a tempest rising
Where minds and hearts clash
Ignoring their innate bond

Heavy storms of distorted wishes
Churn and roil
Their power struggle determined to erode
Any resistance

Children look on
Their eyes willed shut
Their ears closed to the madness
Their trembling bodies seeking repose

While adults imitating their offspring
Continue wanting
Taking
Acting
As if right and wrong are unknown
As if doing what they ought is somehow foreign

Away
Far away
Possible realms of peace watch
Expressing neither laughter nor contempt
To vibrate their appetites
Only pity for our sentient failure

Ironically close however
Oh so very close
Our scurrying ancestry
Peer through the shadows
Of evolution's descending boots

Their antennae picking up once again
Man's delusional habit
That lesser existence can be permanently crushed
As well

So much known
So little learned