Conspiracy Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

The Worlds pulse is racing rapidly
Outside of Lifes window, the rain still falls
An umbrella of Earthen trees, now forms
Temporary protection for Mother Natures doorway and halls;

A congregation of city streets gather together
As Lifes tragic traffic continues to move on
Epitaphs of numberless, nameless hero's are written
As Peace is still: An Unsung Song!

What will it take to fix a broken Earth?
When the rain and it's floods continue to flow?
When the angry Towers continue to roar
Where malicious rancor-like flowers-grow;

Abloom in a bed of bitter disdain, sown
Warmongers borne of a: Bush of Deceit
Will it all come tumbling down in the end?
To lay, crushed, 'neath the Cabals dirty feet?