The World unbalanced

 A thought,

between sunshine, and the dark,

desolation,

or a spark,

of hope,

and tomorrow,

or heartbreaks, and sorrow,

Of friends, and foe's,

the High's and low's,

decadence, harrow,

downtrodden,

and narrow,

Of haste,

and waste,

or expensive tastes,

Of Damnation,

or a morsel,

snatched from Dog's,

Of Pioneer's,

and Premier's,

Haughty, callous,

Of Beggary,

The Noble,

The Rich,

the unjust,

The poor,

the broken,

The Farmer, weeping at the sky,

Rain Gods who couldn't be appeased,

This time,

The unending vanities, ever growing,

There is a timeline,

to every treasured trove,

to every enchanted grove,

and the pulse in the throbbing vein,

Be not Vain,

On elevated pompous designation,

Every mountain must crumble,

One day,

as did Pompei,,

Caesar,

Napoleon,

Hitler,

Amin,

The entire lot.

came from nothing,

and receded,

into naught,

A sincere, thought,

thus,

plagues, my mind,

and to share, is my intent,

for true awakening,

for comradery,

brotherhood, and human kindness,

which are Godly virtues,

and thus,

must be allowed to flow...

The wordsmith- sometime in the year 2020.