Cries In The Smoke Filled Sky

Man has starved nature,
we gnash at mother earth.
Twisted are her children
of whom she gives birth.

Majestic creations were
mystery to simply behold;
now the sun burns earth
at a rate where death holds.

Our systemic violence ours
is a story taking no concern
for the trees we burn and
creatures we need to learn.

This life is so pristine we
grip with focus not a regard
is given to our natural land
that is splitting into shards.

Cry does the willow in a
veil of mist that comes not.
Burn does the tree planted
in a time where we it forgot.

Life teeming in and above
the sea cries to us as well.
The hell that is wallowing
in throats speaks sick spells.

“We are invincible build on!”
Up into smoke filled sky cry
the truthes we hold dear are
not but empty specious lies.

Blood is in the pasture leads
us on to the trail a destruction
is approaching close and soon
we’ll be a focus of its function.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    This is brilliant, Winchester! Masterfully written. 👏

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Jared says:

      Thank you Kristian. You’re awesome as always.

      Liked by 1 person

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