?

What is the meaning of the thought
at the heart of so many wars fought?
Time and again throughout the years
‘tis these thoughts caused many tears.
To rule supreme appears our code;
to carry the cross, bear the load.
Is harmony so far from truth?
The “hippy dream” that was our youth,
now meaningless – crushed into dust;
today it’s in mammon alone we trust.
The generation espousing love
killed and ate their own peace dove.
How did we so quick lose the “we”
turned on its head and made the “me”.
So much has gone in these short years;
is hope now dead – replaced by fears?

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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