She waits desperately for the sky to reach the earth
For the continents to congeal into a form she can understand.

She holds her breath for a rhyme within
This chaotic rhythm of time and space,
For the reasons behind every involuntary breath,
The gasps that echo across the oceans.

Under the darkened atmosphere
Lay a thousand answers,
And questions within answers
That cannot be satisfied, cannot be swallowed;
She chokes on their visage.

Our daily bread rots in abundant store,
Far from the sea of hungry hands that turn the earth on its axis
The countless lives who wither so that the few can flourish,
Life for life.  Loss for gain.
Thy Will be done on earth.

Wheat fields grow tall to feed the flesh of arrogance
Ancient green realms rise in billowing ash as lives disintegrate
With every fallen monarch of the centuries,
These mere morsels to the appetite of progress.

She struggles to claim humanity's heartbeat
And is answered with the blame of blood soaked hands
The crimson stain of generations,
Branded sins that will not be washed away.

Count the lives as playing cards.
The threes and sevens that pollute the profitability of a good hand
Fold them over, press their faces to the dirt.

Another child falls and a hundred million palms
Raise to block the view.
She stares in stunned horror.

She cries out for another way,
For humanity to see past the microcosms
Of our self-contained existance,
For our world views to reach past the length of our arms,
Past the greed of our hands,
For our hearts to be torn open,
For our veins to beat again.

She declares each soul with her blood stained hands
Carves each fallen name with the blade of her heart
Wading through the genocide of ten thousand years
Ripping at her blindfolds
Spitting out complacency
Screaming out the war cry of love.