Here in the psalms of our being,
hate plagues the world---
its spawn of players dispersed
across the world's stage
spreading scheming sins
of deceptions---scheming sins
of treacheous times
teasing valor with deceit---mocking
rights to life, liberty
and the pursuits of happiness.
Old pirates sail sullen seas
searching new ways to tell told stories
catelogued and stored as glorious his
story: transgressions remaining
the order of the day.
In this Dante-like scene of human enigma,
peace cringes in universal despair; emploding itself
into its own black hole; seeking lights of love
reflecting renewed humanity gestating
in the furrows of plowed time.