I Never Metamorphis Men Didn't Eventually Destroy.
I Never Metamorphis Men Didn't Eventually Destroy.
©-MFB III
Peace is ever
the elusive buterfly,
it slips from our grasp
even when we think
it is ours to hold
and study its beauty.
Perhaps it is because
we have always
slapped at it, crushed
and crippled it
in our vain attempts to keep it.
90 years ago it was
coccooned in the
fluttering hearts of all the world,
every human being was sure
it would be around forever
but it could not abide
the nectar in men's hearts
The urge for world conquest,
the greed, the hatred,
returned to rule
and so it fled again which
brought many more wars.
We are sadly still caterpillars
feeding on the bounty
of any and all that we
feel would be profitable.
The best example is the
foothold in the Middle East,
we have secured through
six years of bloodshed
just to have a close proximity
to their oil in case it is denied us.
Thousands have perished,
many more thousands
maimed forever,
all to oil the palms
of big business,
and to sate the glut of
a nation that suckles
hourly at the outdated habits
of fossil fuel addiction.
The butterflies still float
and settle over the poppies,
that have bloomed for
so long over Flander's Fields,
they grace the flowered
graves at Arlington,
the mounded trenches
dotted with wildflowers
at Buchenwsald, Daucha,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
but they cannot grace the
wilting hearts of men
until they learn to share
peace in a far more gentle
and accomodating way,
then their endless tragic
butchering of each other
in the pursuit of its loveliness.