Life In This Time

Since when has hate been all the rage?

Since when was peace a weapon of the meek?

In a strange mix of religion and evolution

People have been one-upping each other for years.

Who should be the biggest caveman,

The peak of success, the cream of it all?

But even cream expires and curdles,

And generations elect their emperors

Fresh and new from the cesspool.

So, go ahead and be king of the hill

As the soil erodes underneath your feet.

In the end, all that matters are pieces of paper,

Signed in blood from a bleeding hand.

All that matters are the parties and funerals,

Until bugs eat and worms slide through.

All that matters, is really nothing at all.

 

© 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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