Man Made Poem by Cee Bea

Mortal man,
against all odds we continue.
In war,
through famine and despite
ourselves.

I can think of none other whom inhabit
this great earth
that have destroyed its beauty
and
simplicity of design so eloquently.

Plagued by religious zealots
...death by Peace
…greed by continent,
we are indeed
Man Made

who will save our soul

our collective
of dreams and hope.

What drives us to this
day,
since the first day
we gazed upon the oceans,
persuaded the other side
holds more wealth
than that which we hold in our hands

maybe we have more
brains

than heart.
more vision,
than soul.

 I offer a thought... can we
stop the carnage that is us?
'The beautiful whom destroy'
behind Veils of Modern man
or the masked lies of evolution