Prosperity (or nations)

The lines etched out tyrannically through fire and blood and men now run so deep that we’ve mechanically forgot, they’re just pretend.

Prosperity (or nations)

The battlefields of yesteryear were fertilised
with the bodies of both sides
and the trees that stemmed from flesh
were meant for climbing,
so perspectives could be altered,
and horizons realigned.

(The lines etched out tyrannically
through fire and blood and men
now run so deep
that we’ve mechanically forgot,
they’re just pretend.
The wind, the seas, the moon and stars
flow free from east to west,
yet these dividing lines we’ve wildly carved
stand tall, above the rest.)

One plight, one core, one atmosphere,
all forged from one beginning.
One time confronting joint frontier,
unmoved by which side’s winning.
One chance to breathe is all we’ve got,
before our days are done.
If we truly wish to take it,
we must take it, joined, as one.

Equality Evolution growth Human Human Nature Life Mindset peace Politics Random War

Adam Millett View All →

Adam Millett is a freelance writer for hire with an affinity for dressing up as Spiderman and writing about saving the planet. He likes to climb trees and stare at the stars in his spare time and likes to help businesses tell their sustainability stories while he’s working. Visit his website at wordchameleon.com if you want to tell the world yours.

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