Sunday, December 6, 2015

This sea of madness

Sunday, December 06, 2015

I always come back to this same place
Where the shores of oppression are awash
With the scattered empty shells of the sea’s most hapless,
Beings snatched up by the savage jaws
Of the ever-devouring winged beast that dominate the air,
Each justifying its existence in this strong over weak world
Where any thing can be rationalized as long as one side wins,
Right and wrong, good and bad, mere labels to post on flags
So that one might explain and moralize the slaughter
As something other than eat or be eaten,
When the weak are most often the least able to eat
And are most often eaten to bloat bellies and inflate egos
Of those powerful enough to do what they wish
Without consequence or conscience.
I have spent most of my life wrongfully enamored with this sea,
Seeing justice and fair play where there is only chaos and greed,
Once believing that everything evens out amid the ebb and flow of waves
When all we get are the washed up bodies of those unable to compete.

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