The Quiet Tree

There is no justice.
You are free to choose,
But you are not free.
Dynastic power manipulates
Our beautiful world,
Corrupting what could be.
I’m sick of superficial civility,
I’m sick of powerful elite,
I’m sick of insatiable avarice
Burning flesh from human beings.
There is no justice,
There never has been,
There never will be.
I’m a strong man, but
There’s a heaviness
Upon my chest and shoulders
Making it difficult to breathe.
I want for a gentle humanity,
I want for the quiet tree.

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