To the Glory of God
To Gwyneth, with Love
Children these days
There is always a layer of snow on the fence
And icicles hanging in reach
But it can only happen once, then wait for the next snowfall
A cut arm, what, sutures?
What gauze and a bandage?
Sanitizer and painkillers?
I watched the sun set out my living room window yesterday
I even have a perfect for sitting there and watching it set
Do I move that chair?
Do I wait for tomorrow or is it too late?
What if I believe in fun?
And it’s not that big a deal?
Do I assign symbols to everything in my life?
All oppression even says that we should give up
There’s a theory that civilizations die when the conquered people gain sympathy
They rise in power transformed and renewed
Now it’s a global village and the lesson is universal
But there’s nowhere for anyone to go to escape
People matter, they are what matters
The lesson is that we must embrace mankind even with its more grotesque aspects
That’s our chance to avoid deception and granting any peoples a reason
to destroy as if that’s enlightenment
It’s when we are in denial of our qualities that we perform the greatest acts of atrocity
We are never to give up on anyone and we give up on ourselves if we do
Children aren’t the purest and truest versions of ourselves
Time doesn’t take mankind further and further away from what it is
Children deny evil exists and that’s why they’re so irresponsible and even cruel
They try to confirm that there’s nothing to worry about
They have something to learn
Adults deny evil by accommodating it
The universe is done, confirmed in six days
Brought into existence as of being what it is when it is known for what it is
So we aren’t to strive to condemn people
We must spread the message that we are all the same
So that the village can live
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