{ I have written this on-line and as of yet have not went through it properly. This piece was inspired by the processes in which our country dictates foreign affairs. If anyone has comment or suggestion, please feel free to voice it, for I believe all thoughts are viable.}
A cry upon each morning
signals a new life has begun,
As a sigh of resignation
where a life has ceased to run;
We live in a circle of life and death
the meaning lies between the lessons and thoughts,
That are taught during life's time
bringing forth separation of mine;
Is it the process of Humanity's dream?
Does humanity dream of travel
to speed to distant stars,
Does Humanity look for continued peace?
or the extinction of war,
Does Humanity seek to feed the masses?
with knowledge, food, and hope,
Or is Humanity just biding its moment?
till the outcome is totally mote;
I watch the tiny children play
while they try and control their toys,
When will they mature into adults
where giving isn't really a ploy,
On bodies of the tired and lame is not the process to encourage peace,
Its war that is a surety to inflame
rubbing others noses in inferiority's crease;
Its a slap to what they are
and they will fight you hand and tooth,
To remove and revenge a metaphorical scar
so the future may then draw the truth;
The drawing of night upon the soul of Man
for drinking their blood out of hand,
Is it a suitable plan
giving not what they need,
But, to educate where we can;
To grasp their Humanity
to inspire prosperity's need,And ignite the thoughts within their soul
their greatness is life's sole deed.