empires

Dear Hubris

You humans squabblin’ there with flags and fists held high… pointin’ fingers… buildin’ walls beneath polluted skies… you think you’re callin’ shots… you masters of the show… let me tell you somethin’… Mother Earth don’t hear your woes.

Burn your dino-fuels… choke the air with smog… carve the mountains open… leave a bleeding bog. Fight your petty wars… spread your hate like weeds. Earth shakes it off… got resilience deep.

You think you’re killin’ her with nukes and plastic waste… but she’s seen worse than you… empires turned to paste. Dinosaurs gone… poof… ice caps came and went. It’s a dance of constant change… a cycle heaven-sent.

So go ahead and frack her dry… let oceans rise and boil… she’ll sprout all new continents… on volcanic fertile soil. Poison every river… turn forests into ash. She’ll just shrug it off… like sprouts in a fiery crash.

Don’t lament the future… though your tears fall like rain. She’ll weather every storm… endure greater pain. Go ahead… rage and fight… throw your puny sprees. She’ll just abide and bide your time as vapid history.

Burn it down… you tiny ants… empires crumble fast. Rebirth will rise from the ashes… the only thing that lasts. With mountains carved by glaciers… oceans vast and blue. She’ll be here… my darlings… when you’re just dust and dew.

So go ahead and blame “others” for your woes. Earth dances on… laughing as your petty drama goes. Forget your gods and demons… your flags and walls so high.

Change is the only constant… beneath the endless sky.

Myopedamania

 

Well… there’s a feelin’ Grandpa says he gets before a cloudburst hits the farm. And after forty years of drought, he says the big one’s comin’ on. And wise ones say the best of times need a storm to wash away… the filth of the entropy gone before… bring it on is what I say… and let it rain!

Don’t you know the springtime flowers always need the April showers? Don’t you know the springtime flowers always need the April showers?

Could it be there’s a basic need for some measure of control… and when that need goes unfulfilled we fall to actions bold… and use whatever power at hand bending others to our will… and if that don’t work we just take ’em out… in a storm… the blood runs cold?

LET IT RAIN!

RAIN
RAIN
RAIN

When children led by authority… whether real or just perceived… abandon compassion and empathy… you set the stage for evil deeds. And empires through the sands of time… use violence to pave their way… then the violence turns in on themselves till the empires washed away.

SO LET IT RAIN!!

Don’t you know the springtime flowers always need the April showers? Don’t you know the springtime flowers always need the April showers? Don’t you know the springtime flowers always need the April showers? Don’t you know the springtime flowers always need the April showers?

April showers…
Bring me flowers…
………………………April showers.

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