by Irene Fowler, Contributor

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 A Big World

by Irene Fowler

Terra firma unfurls for every sacred, sovereign, sentient, human birth
Rays of the sun; touch, warm and kiss all, with the star’s boundless girth
Free-flowing air despises not; gentle breezes cool the worthy, callous, and dumb
Drops of driving rain, crisp snow and soft dew, not to be outdone, fall, unnumbered

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Skies above are home to every common and ornate flying bird, of the universe
Oceans, rivers and lakes, sustain myriad aquatic life; endlessly diverse
Forests, grasslands, mountains, tundra and deserts; terrains of every stripe
Apt habitats, for weird and wonderful animals and plants; of unimaginable types.

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Humans; uniquely, inanely, unable to co-exist, in a world big enough for us all
So peace, justice and equity are forever eschewed, forestalled
A real-life, dangerous, mirthless, zero-sum game of snakes and ladders
Decks are stacked, the weighted dice turns, rolls, spins
Dastardly deceit and greed triumph, the crappy rat-house always wins

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Rules are for losers; the wild, joker-trump-card, madly grins and mocks
The powerless blocked; left in debilitating states of ruination, and perpetual shock
Winner-takes-all card; ace of spades, openly smirks, snickers
Beats the full house; meanly, arrogantly, flourishing a royal flush
As infantile humanity, wages forever wars, degenerates, implodes, and bickers.

© 2022 by Irene Fowler

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