SIMPLE LIVING

How much rage,
And bloodshed, will
Siege forth
The flaming hatred
In glory, false
Owning to country and faith
Crumbling to chaos

Fragmented blood
Splatter every wound, deep
With thick wail
And gruesome deaths
Clotting blood to mounds
In mutilations
High and Red

How much riches
Should one abhor
Disenchanting the soul, and
Culling the spirit, with
Poverty stricken heart
Sheltered thin
By layers of faith
And simple living!