Oh,
when shall humanity,
see themselves as guardians of earth?
As,
these beings which seek to know,
everything about,
this which shall forever exist,
as their home?
For,
when shall humanity,
exist as a singular form?
As,
a singular species?
You,
beings which believe,
competition is natural,
know not what competition means.
For,
competition is simply,
tethered to survival,
procreation.
Be you,
only systemic beings.
Absent,
the ability to naturally compete,
with anything.
Nothing,
is natural.
Nothing,
within this decaying society,
matters.
You,
are not big.
Not,
important.
You,
shall merely wake up tonight,
and die in the morning.
You,
are not the story.
Nothing,
about your silly existence,
means anything.
Nothing,
is significant.
Nothing,
but the human,
that is.
Nothing,
but earth.
Nothing,
but nature.
For,
within this natural realm.
Within,
the intensity tethered to such.
Be there,
this primordial force.
This,
eternal flame.
Be there,
the creation of a singularity.
For,
to be stewards of earth.
To be,
beings which seek,
to be fully integrated with such.
Shall be,
the reason,
humans have consciousness.
For,
all which exist as such,
speak of the same things.
Such,
is simply done in different ways.
Using,
different sounds.
But,
the same profound message,
exist within mind,
of every poet.
Every,
philosopher,
Every,
artist.
Oh,
how earth cries.
Oh,
how such seeks only,
to be seen,
by those she keeps alive.
Oh,
how such wants,
all to thrive.
To,
truly be alive.
Be there,
no capitalistic gain.
No silly human,
worth more,
than that of another.
No,
being tethered to knowledge,
which exist as,
unique.
For,
we are one.
We,
are we.
Beings,
which shall forever be free,
if tethered to,
primordial energy...
©yungb123
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