#Product of the Desert

That intense silence rings loud in my ears

Reflects off the rocks and mountains

Reverberates among the sand and dusty ways

The wind whips through like an omen

The eerie echoes of life from the beginning of time

Fervid solitude of the desert, the vastness

It is here I feel the magnitude of existence

The desert peace. I am one.

East and Middle

Here we traverse the earth and years

All who come specially endowed with the gift

that angels and animals alike fully have not

To exercise this gift of free will

Play out roles of choosing good over evil

the right from wrong only mortals afforded faculties

That human form embodies moral rot, vapid values

abuse of the great gift, is beyond understanding

as we cannot fathom endlessness, infinity

peoples bent solely on destruction and devastation

attempted playing as gods, create pain and misery

in laboratories and engrained in populaces’ minds

germs and bombs, lethal mutations, variants and subterrain death ways

megalomanic insanity, obsession agents of death and the devil

to rob the freedom, life, and thought of humanity

for what, no sound sense, render all gone, barren

Godless human form of the east, all without

but robotic consciousness

what gain, what would could they envision

missed opportunity to make good on the gifted journey

wasted chance of the skills, provisions uniquely of man

Minds, souls, thinkers called to grieve our rotting species

utilize free will not tarnish, but revitalize

the endangered elements of reason and morals

the fading right bearing