In the pulse of air a rumbling’s begun to shape us, the asylum of affinity and Heaven exhaling away a throbbing orb. It's burning too brown now with no sympathy or reprieve. Echoing in our uneasy eyes is a vibrating dread just over our heads, through angry shades blown of dust.
No break, no dawn, just a violent flailing! Sympathy and faith, joy and mirth, pawned for a few seconds more of our haggling for an nth of unhappy greed.
Humanity is scratching at Love with a steady coldness. The children and their laughter, their dance and their chatter, the moon and the stars and our green thoughts are all drained to murmurs by our full-scale sorrow.
Where are the sunrises and sunsets seen through caring eyes? Where’s the happiness in our laughter, the high tides in our Love?
Here… all the lawns are groomed like a preacher’s beard, trees traded for sprawl, gardens undone by man’s oily venom, for glossy pools and hands grown into flickering screens and natural beauty implanted with Love-fouled butchery.
The whole lot illuminates the path that leads away from goodness, away from blue skies, clean water, old trees and peace.
The great and towering beasts of our story boom and plunge avalanches of murder through the rooftops of our noisy dreams as the throbs of air and water salute our lungs.
© 2011 by mark prime
Food & Water Watch
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