internal dialogue
Cavemen bearing furs and wills of mammoths
The tyrannous need for domination
Shall we seek righteousness, today
Or a covenant quarreled over by my tribesmen?
They bear the torch, gleaming for the blind
Burn the cane that upholds the lame
Can the vandalized thank them enough?
Highway robberies kept their table empty for centuries
They lived in stone houses, once a home
They thirst for the plates, not for the meal
“This dining area is ours, and assigned only to us” they wept,
While cups and plates end up in shambles, brawlers bear indents
Sauces smeared, wine spilt and cutlery shattering their now forsaken meal
Two thousand meals have passed, the tea party finished,
The hour stopped for the first, forsaking sequences
Widened for the expense, seating charts of hundred on either side
Since they no longer fit the extension chairs, nor the long benches, nor the garden seats
These cavemen once knew the outline of the curvature of these tables
Divine in its design, divine in its purpose
The first meal was ambitious and paced, but no dinner plates are laid out for them now
There is no need in stacking plates, high and mighty gold emblems
Souls reign on this earth ball for their time
Dinner bells should chime, pulled by one hand and not by others
I wish for peace.
I don't know why, but this war is hurting me. I hate the hurt, the deaths, the hatred one person must have for another to do such things.
The tyrannous need for domination
Shall we seek righteousness, today
Or a covenant quarreled over by my tribesmen?
They bear the torch, gleaming for the blind
Burn the cane that upholds the lame
Can the vandalized thank them enough?
Highway robberies kept their table empty for centuries
They lived in stone houses, once a home
They thirst for the plates, not for the meal
“This dining area is ours, and assigned only to us” they wept,
While cups and plates end up in shambles, brawlers bear indents
Sauces smeared, wine spilt and cutlery shattering their now forsaken meal
Two thousand meals have passed, the tea party finished,
The hour stopped for the first, forsaking sequences
Widened for the expense, seating charts of hundred on either side
Since they no longer fit the extension chairs, nor the long benches, nor the garden seats
These cavemen once knew the outline of the curvature of these tables
Divine in its design, divine in its purpose
The first meal was ambitious and paced, but no dinner plates are laid out for them now
There is no need in stacking plates, high and mighty gold emblems
Souls reign on this earth ball for their time
Dinner bells should chime, pulled by one hand and not by others
I wish for peace.
I don't know why, but this war is hurting me. I hate the hurt, the deaths, the hatred one person must have for another to do such things.