Tarnished dreams curl -up and crumble,
kissing the ground like a todler's stumble.
A result of life's turbulant embrace
etching complacency in our fall from grace
by men's inquisitive hand, we burn in our quagmires.
Hugged by scotching infernos of a modest sapphire.
Frabricated smiles lay waste, shrouded by swelling intensity.
Caught between mudy plashes, murky thougts tweak one's velocity
reviving dead memories attched to sediments & hope.
Hope that, someday we may dwell humorniously as a people,
swarming sordid lands like drones and quadrriple.
Thus
By our solemn vow to make peace
may we enjoy the true experience
served this the sweet lingering tast of
Humanity