Seek!

Flowing down a hill of insanity,
Rooted in the gut of humanity,
I watch the sun rise higher,
Under the quicker ticket mire,

We ever fix that a moment,
A gloss over without imperfect,
Shade out lone circumvent,
Out the other with neglect.

To see the wonder of individual,
Complete circle of residual,
Cost paid out by capital,
Faith keeps in the chapel.

Armies on each side,
Not wondering why,
Breed for War,
Needing more,

As each sleeps in peace,
Not sensing the disease,
Or what is about to be,
The result of their apathy…………………

FTCAS 11.22.11