Hamanity, Love, Our Eternal Tree III

Part III...

The business of Trust in our world is awhirl / in possessions /
wind that spin and spends our lives / as our eyes observe
only the minutes aging in the folds of dependency to fathers
strengths / to be carried / up / up and away...

This is a lazy market / to need - agonizing - a book's story
to become the "Truth" / loyal on fables yet morbid with evils
doomed and damning us in its illustrations / idols assumed
statuesque, miriad, prophesied / murderous even to times
of old / still the hand and the boot / that follow blindly the blind /
the politics and the pious / the secrets of family / once alive
in love's oceans / a planet that use to be / bright with futures /
true blue.

The business of worms who hide / bide studiously - placing apocolyptic
signs / inhuman motives who feasts on our flesh / on daily truths
defining / happiness / toward shadows of fears they puppeteer /
Our guilt infallible / now with its endlessness / these tears that will
flood walls / streets / and promises / to a war we - of ourselves only - defeat...

Love is the wish and hope / understanding /which rises in our mornings
setting with evening meals / venturing with news of each other's day,
a feast of saints, and warriors of light / a family together at last /
a world of peaceful moments logically brilliant / absolutely / with voice of reasons / bright...

Humanity's freedom, love like an eternal tree/ foreshadows the night.