The World

(can form on any given day)

There were yields, yields against the grain of normalcy,

Angels dangling whatever interference they could run,

simple attitudes coalescing around century old wisdom.

The moment had fortified the beings with some sense of decency,

sadly missing was the giant of understanding.

Stoking fires within ancient tribal anarchy 

the rebels soon took its past into the future.

We are of war and fighting, fighting for the things lost,

war with enemies deep within the vein of our distrust. 

Any any given day, over centuries old, the world can form.