The Highest Hill Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

On the top of the highest hill
I saw a generous world
that lay below down
the tender golden grass.
People were singing songs
with language that was overflowing
with the happiness of true divinity.
It was not talked about
it was put in action because
this is what they sought out to do.
They did not spend their time
making worthless efforts to
bring forth their selfish ideas.
They did not try to brainwash
you into thinking their ideals
were the only ones worth living for.
They smiled and loved and cared
until the day had ended.
No petty squabbles of detrimental dreams
that they woke up to in a hot pool of sweat.
Their eyes sick with the burning of millions
of people and suffering crys shedded for the lost.
We have life...why would we go
out and make someone lose their life?
The big picture has not painted this point.
No artist would ever paint this point.
Life contradicts your dreams of death.
Someone wondered what death would
be like so they sent them forth to die.
Shame on the man who sends ones out to die
for his selfish reasons because I won't comply.