BATTLEGROUND

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JOURNAL #29

hail to the fables of humanity

fall's bounty in a jar of rampent misuse

spoon fed from birth

the mountain stream

now so muddy and polluted

with the negatives of man's most dismal

delights

war

poverty

mistrust

urban sprawl

and the greatest evil of the era

neglect of the spirit

a frenzy erupting

in disruptive despair

man is forever the slave to

what his greed can manufacture

rational is but an inside excuse used

to alter each obvious wrong

until it brews out whats felt to be

unacceptable

still

the conscience always knows the literal truth...

man is lethal to his enviroment

sitting in his new home

encased in walls

made from trees that lay butchered

at the ready of his own kind's profiting

hands

thinking to himself how the world is so beautiful

sure it is

to us

the animals living and extinct though

if given the voice would loudly growl

out their angry disagreement

(written May 1,2004 130pm)








Author's Notes/Comments: 

the sleeping activist in me at work here no doubt!

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Thanks for reading my work. I would like to say that I think the darkness of this piece is quietly overpowered by the light of its ending. well done.
"Them Thar Hills".... now that's good!