At First Thought...

War always seems to be the answer, followed by the illusion of pursuing peace

Ask any politician and they will respond: It is a good country and it will be better if they lead.

 

When dealing with uncountable years of which some call, eternity

it can appear to be

the same.

 

War and peace

Peace and war

and so many yearning for

change.

 

Ebony feel they are victims and lash out at the ivory keys

Sexuality is always on the search for something more, something, anything, if only to acknowledge

the pleasures...

 

Every generation in control of nothing but dust

Old dying to make way for the death of the young

and yet

sometimes

all it takes is the croak of frogs during a silent night

or

a lick on the face from a puppy coming soon to our family

to make all else

meaningless.

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