Pent

Without antagonists or present evil,
Many a man and woman
Are often aggrieved
By a spectrum of nondescript fear.

Does the dragonfly,
In its short life,
Contemplate the malice of its own kind
Or that of its amphibian predator?

It is not a preference we can dream of,
To forego terror and fighting.
Generations of stable sapiens were eliminated
For the sake of class and hegemony.

I can see
That the other creatures of earth
Haven’t learned to commit great atrocities
Like war, genocide, and ecological destruction.

Our innovation must be for money and false power
Because we have always had a good planet
Stocked with freedom
And teeming with ambrosia.

The once bold nomadic spirits
That adventured through the wild
Are becoming unified clones
That see the organic world as a novelty.

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errorattic

Writer, aspiring farmer and homesteader in North Georgia, making ends meet and trying to become more enlightened.

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