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Complications


Earth

A world so basic

we make so complicated

a life we must stick

in the center of a boiling hearth

 

The world

Meant only to give us home

has become a mixing bowl of trouble

because humans make their own trouble to come

on their own terms in their own dream world

 

We make 

each complication we complain about

whether our generation or the ones before

financial or social problems sprout

from laws and rules we humans bake

 

This life

plauges us with its twists and constriants

though we and our ancestors are the ones who sentenced us to this

our government we create to be our leading saints

but now we are doomed to feel its eternal knife

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