UNITED
by 
Zettel
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Posted: Thursday, May 25, 2017 Word Count: 356 |
UNITED
The world they say belongs to the young
If so I wonder why.
In my youth I'd yet to learn
how to laugh at life
and when it's right to cry
In and out of love
I had not learned to cherish
so loving passed me by
As the singer once opined
in the Circle game our dreams
lose some grandeur coming true
But passion has no age
love incurs no debt
deny age a false dominion
live without regret
Wisdom's gift is timeless
Truth does not forget
Thinking back it seems to me
the unexamined gift of life
followed mostly well-worn paths
tangled in the truth of things
until at last my spirit took flight
on the wings of curiosity
desire and doubt lifted me
beyond the pull of gravity
knowing that to know is nothing
if you haven't learned to be.
Eternity considered
as an endless stretch of time
leaves the questions we hold dear
unmet, unresolved
bound by procrastinated fear
Death may have no dominion
but no sacredness of life is here
Immortality is Evil's lie
of salvation on the cheap
where no one has to die
Today of all days
this delusion chills the heart
Innocence lies with lifeless eyes
at the altar of a hymn to hate
Evil means serve evil ends
to serve an evil state.
There is madness in the air
next world nihilistic faith
prosyletises blank despair
Those the gods would destroy
they first make mad
Kill a son for me said wrathful God
kill a child for me Ishmael replied
Old men send their sons to die
Why are you killing us, why us
the broken children cry
Because we must it is Gods will
the blind-faithed men reply
In Man's image is God truly made
blind faith denies dissent
The wonder of this world belongs to all
the young the old
the foolish and the wise
Wickedness is choice
not will imposed or sanctified by God
Here not beyond the grave
is the only paradise
touch it feel it cherish it
and stop in your God's name stop
before one more laughing child
Dies
The world they say belongs to the young
If so I wonder why.
In my youth I'd yet to learn
how to laugh at life
and when it's right to cry
In and out of love
I had not learned to cherish
so loving passed me by
As the singer once opined
in the Circle game our dreams
lose some grandeur coming true
But passion has no age
love incurs no debt
deny age a false dominion
live without regret
Wisdom's gift is timeless
Truth does not forget
Thinking back it seems to me
the unexamined gift of life
followed mostly well-worn paths
tangled in the truth of things
until at last my spirit took flight
on the wings of curiosity
desire and doubt lifted me
beyond the pull of gravity
knowing that to know is nothing
if you haven't learned to be.
Eternity considered
as an endless stretch of time
leaves the questions we hold dear
unmet, unresolved
bound by procrastinated fear
Death may have no dominion
but no sacredness of life is here
Immortality is Evil's lie
of salvation on the cheap
where no one has to die
Today of all days
this delusion chills the heart
Innocence lies with lifeless eyes
at the altar of a hymn to hate
Evil means serve evil ends
to serve an evil state.
There is madness in the air
next world nihilistic faith
prosyletises blank despair
Those the gods would destroy
they first make mad
Kill a son for me said wrathful God
kill a child for me Ishmael replied
Old men send their sons to die
Why are you killing us, why us
the broken children cry
Because we must it is Gods will
the blind-faithed men reply
In Man's image is God truly made
blind faith denies dissent
The wonder of this world belongs to all
the young the old
the foolish and the wise
Wickedness is choice
not will imposed or sanctified by God
Here not beyond the grave
is the only paradise
touch it feel it cherish it
and stop in your God's name stop
before one more laughing child
Dies