CALL OF ALARM





Calling without answer
Does anything really matter?
Nothing exists as an illusion
Vacancy of energy constructed
Hardhat realities are crumbling
Behind hypothesizes marching method
Armies encamp huddling impatiently
Cower by campfires of ignorance
Fearing unknown jungle dance

Gluing half truths into monuments
Tombs for youths that trap and kill
Destroyer comes and rejoices
Salvation weeps oceans of pollutant beliefs
While faith dives deep and cracks open
Death loses footing and crushes many in the fall
While nature relaxes patiently
Ignoring our call
~





DBrown Fisher
© Nov 1998

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