from the same trunk we have branched out
exposing our similarities within the exoskeleton of our bark,
sprouting families of the same DNA.
labeled differently for ease of dissemination when the seasons change,
dropping wisdom back into the soil, allowing the Faith of our past
to be recirculated into the roots of a new generation.
each leaf proudly boasting its own color,
genetically identical, yet each hue denotes nothing special…
just to the eye.
becoming lustful of the flesh that boasts a different shade,
each branch becomes in competition with itself
masked by the foolish idea it is more evolved than its counterpart..
revolution has begun on the surface and it causes limbs to twist –
branches to die, reaching across to impose – to dominate;
the outward battle rages a fire that burns and scars within
slowly covering the past, and fooling tomorrows sprouts that this is the first
war of its kind.
and in the daylight, each tree dies blindly,
not realizing that its plight has become a reflection of the same genocide
happening around it.
clouds pour down rain of hope
begging with thunder to evoke a change of heart
if only, the leaves would look up once again.
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