Life is hardly ever pretty.

We like to pretend it is,

maybe here in America it comes closest to pretty.

In many parts of the world, however,

life is something that has to be fought for,

daily, hourly, every minute.

 

For many in the world, our riches are truly unbelievable

Yet many of us grow tall and twisted,

Trying so hard to hold on to everything we have,

To keep it from any others,

Its ours!! We collectively cry.

You can’t have it.

At the same time telling ourselves that we are good and holy.

Meantimes children literally starve to death,

gassed with poison,

and sold for sex.

 

We are an old and twisted tree

continually thinking we are a tree of gold,

while meantime we are just a 200 year old twisted tree,

growing next to a cemetery in the middle of a nowhere,

of the soul.

 

4/9/17

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017