Eternal existence of ethereal substances

Eternal existence of

ethereal substances,

maketh the world,

maketh the universe,

maketh the endless time,

Loud are the cries

and its endless with

flesh and blood

strewn all around,

with perspectives of men

narrowed down by creed

to be mean,

loud are the cries

and its endless with

bearded men in turbans

and with guns,

with goggled men in boots

and with tanks,

Loud are the cries

and its endless

with homeless hungry men

wasted enough to sleep

to die,

with immaculate men

in suits spoiled enough

to waste things

to live,

loud are the cries

and its endless with

men who gun

the pigeons to

win the war

and lose their souls,

yet

loud are the cries

and its endless

for men who had

their souls intact

in harmony with peace

for us to see

and for the future

to perceive,

Loud are the cries

and its endless

for men who continue

to live in the hearts of

the people, even

in the deceased

as peace.

Eternal existence of

ethereal substances,

maketh the world,

maketh the universe,

maketh the endless time