The Black Earth: Poetry

Humanity has been striving
not for the future
But towards its past

To some idealistic era where
Everything made sense and was
Preternaturally perfect

So I discern this man-made forest
Of religion spanning out from
The point of origin

And they can’t see the center
of this forest for the haughty
proudness of its trees

Each boasting to be the Tree of Life,
ignoring that all of them
are rooted in the same Black Earth.

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