This poem is a metaphor for the natural consequences of bulling through natural limits\u00a0 on planet earth, our one home. This poem is yet another existential plea for ledged humanity to step away from the cliff. This poem poses the question of weather or knot we can leave money on the table to secure a livable planet.<\/p>\n
A Cain Due Attitude<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Impotent to resist This poem is a metaphor for the natural consequences of bulling through natural limits\u00a0 on planet earth, our one home. This poem is yet another existential plea for ledged humanity to step away from the cliff. This poem poses the … Continue reading
\nScrewing the whirled
\nAre we Abel too
\nRe-fuse
\nThat buy and buy
\nFueled bye
\nOil in the soil
\nCoal in the hole
\nAnd gas a mass
\nThe biggest fracking of awe
\nLiquidating profane
\nAll wile
\nMansion on fire
\nIs their fete
\nTheir creed is greed
\nAn immovable canon
\nNever leave
\nMoney on the table
\nAt home with burning
\nThe roof claps
\nAs heaven\u2019s affirmation
\nThe walls crumble
\nAs Jericho\u2019s trumpets blow it
\nDecked out
\nWith titanic refrains
\nUltimately considered vane
\nA bode
\nIn sin rated
\nAnd those strikingly spared
\nFlee for the taking
\nA privy ledged few
\nIn a game of craps
\nBy know means
\nHeeding lookout below
\nSatan\u2019s signing bonus
\nRegardless
\nIn tent
\nSow culpable of deifying their profits
\nAnd if surviving the end of dais
\nTheir heir will be their bully pulpit
\nA stump speech
\nTheir fodder forest
\nToo love hew
\nNot equal to
\nWith stand
\nTreason cut
\nAnd run
\nThe plan it
\nInto the ground
\nBlood rejoins
\nWhatever
\nThou dust<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"