People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Maps of moments tell our tale. Show
the direction we have gone. Doesn’t
matter if we are rich or we are poor.
Our journey; one long river of song.
Do you think like me that we chose
the path and ending we will pursue.
“What of the dying babies?” you ask.
Perhaps we are here to help another.
To learn the exultant joy of sacrifice
While this may not be true, it might
be on the mark. When we are gone.
No one will know our petty angers.
They’ll only see if we did our best,
tended the spark of life as we knew
it, this time around. Gave all when
we were on a dark road full of hate,
rife with pain and suffering. Think
you then that my ideas sing truth?
That we all must hear both the dark
and light. Opposites mirroring each
other. If we choose to allow but one
or the other, we’ll find we no longer
understand, with no way to compare
or contrast. In the heat death of our
cosmos, before it shrinks and expands,
and we get another ride on existence’s.
cosmic carousel. Which mount will you
choose this time? How often must you
stand and simply wait? Will you walk a
spinning track? Choose which section.
This seat or that one? Steal your place,
gift it to some other? Think carefully.
You will have another chance to ride a
spinning world. Might be the whirling
ground beneath such locomotion. Sky
or liquid oceans, lakes, and streams in
which other life survives, thrives. Wind
songs to the deepest depths. Are you
confused? Do you gain an inkling into
the way things work. Only to grow old
and die. Don’t waste them. Eat them,
drink them, enjoy them and consume
them entire. All the moments you have
traveled. Moments that mark your map.
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