the road to peace
is littered with
the corpses of war,
pillars of progress
rise on the dust
of demolition,
on the barren
desert of desperation,
hope blooms,
in the deluge of
greed and selfishness,
humanity anchors,
understanding resurfaces
in the cacophany
of adulterated gibberish,
floatsam of the dead
moors its boat,
on the banks of Styx,
Adam and Eve
step out,
unadorned, unashamed,
no apple, no original sin,
no god, no satan, no religion,
humanity marches on.
on ward,
a new dawn,
the future beckons.
Fleeting Muse 