Less

Been reading religious texts, have been inspired.

World is less and less,

No bigger fish to eat

Itself. Leaves itself to

Die, starving itself of

Adventure, ambition.

Forgive me, forgive me.

I am a holy angel,

And I am a sinful creature.

Let us die a great death so that

Our children may live in

The shade. Let us fight the

Great fight so we may eat

This world again.

Author's Note

Ideas? Thoughts? Feelings? Let me know.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we need a miracle...so that perhaps our children might just have something to look forward to and live for.

It is such a mess now...the fishes are scarce and the loaves are molding.
j