we live in precarious moments...
waiting... for the sun and rain,
for the age of reason
old age and wisdom
and for the birth of freedom
that arrives with death...
we hunt and stalk those who are
slightlyl different than us in
their ways of thinking and living,
in the hopes we can indoctrinate
them in the right way to be...
we are who we have become
not what we wanted to be
or what we could have been,
but inot that which society molded;
we are wicked and evil
kind and generous with a tint
of humility that extends beyond
our capacity to hate and love...
we are sick with greedy desires
manifested by all the toys we leave
laying out on our lawns each evening,
we drive instead of walkng,
allowing our bodies to match our
fat and weakened minds...
yet, we wait and continue to wait
for that which will never arrive.
April 26, 2023
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