THE TRUTH ABOUT HOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS

Humor birthed and humor born

Fill me with hatred, malice, scorn.

Agony! Suffering! Pain!

They are true to me like spring rain.

Battle drums beat all around,

But chatter is the only sound.

They won’t silence their foolish words,

Break the rhythm with discord.

Nature’s beat to life broken.

Sadness, fears, they go unspoken.

Surrounded by a pool of death called life

Cause our mother eternal strife.

They think they make it better with their creed

Give life to humans, precious: no greed.

A lie I say an excuse to weigh

Until She goes cold and gray.

They must be slaughtered that she live

We must all of them give

Start over that she fix her string

Start once again to sing.

Balance al in truth and light

Sparked by what you call dark’s might.