Through time we have fought
On the Mongolian steeps
The carnage of each other strewn in heaps
Equine freedom to escape into a pocket of heaven
healing there and then in a betrayal of Earth and Humanity
back to destruction our lust to feel real and connected
We have chosen ignorance and self monitored behaviour
squishing our souls into mandated fear and division
hormones (subverted and minced) ruling
so that we connect to the intensity of hate to feel strong
and are able to slaughter another's child and grandmother
played like a game
we are the pieces
we are the masters
of our fate only
if we are willing to see into the eyes of One
and look at the game and find again the pockets of Eden in every breath
