Peace Attained…..

If I could soar as the eagle, feel
the troubled winds of Earth flow
through feathered wings.
I would snatch the will of
man then watch over what
goodness nature brings.

Silly notions in my mind I’ve known
that man must have the heart of stone.
Greed guides our every movement sly
all that oppose must move or die.
Canvases and trinkets made from jewel
the killing off of peoples their lands to rule.

These are the values of the modern Ape,
drunk with more than just the grape.
The concocted brew that man craves most,
a must have whatever else that’s lost.
To sit atop his large ivory tower,
looking down to feel and see his power.

But I’ll sore on warmest of airs thermals,
swoop and change this earth that all are equals.
Only one creature to be left living small,
this being the vilest one of all. Man….