Monday, May 6, 2019

Lasting Legacy

Man's quest is to proliferate and leave
his seed, without it he's extinct and 
useless as rocks under the sea, but he
forgets his status among his peers, he 
becomes the alpha male, the avarice,
thoughtless, and hoarding animal, 
possessively gnawing and obsessively 
controlling everything, he becomes the
ruler, expounds Lordship among the 
weak and helpless, he wants ownership of
every parcel of land and every shoreline and
fulgent sea, he then taxes every bridge, 
road and culvert, his kingdom becomes
his legacy, his summative greed becomes the 
curator of his guilt, his manifestation becomes
the burden of the people, they soon become
warriors and learn the art of war, they fight
for their anointed king, who in return starves 
them and feeds them pungent and decaying
carcasses, they're eternally marginalized as
manservants, an insigne of disposal disparage, 
and their lineage is no more greater than the 
sewer rat; but one day, they awake, tired, hungry
and diseased from poverty soon rise, and become  
the enemy of the king, the table turns, and inside 
looking out becomes out looking in, the tide 
becomes the destroyer of all tyrants, kings, and
queens, no longer will men become an unequal 
share of humility; let every man become as one
to each other and not all for one.  

- John Hardesty 

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