Treasure Island

Kenneth Tickle


Gold Will Always Be Worth Gold


It's the way competition forces misfortune on the opponent
Or a crying baby being ignored by a loving mother
It's the way animals won't tend to the wounded
If the dying animal is not one of their own

It's the bravery of a young child to take the training wheels off
Or the bravery of a grown child to cheat on a spouse
It's because earlier civilizations resonated death
Ignorant to the pre-existing invention of war

I will sit on the moon and watch as the world suffocates
and struggles to retain breath, subtly begging for help
I have lost my faith in you

Submitted: Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, February 29, 2012

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