Friday, November 6, 2015

Wild Garden

What a wild garden
we humans have become.

Half want security.
Half want freedom.

Freedom without security
is fragile and easily scattered.

Security without freedom
poisons itself over time.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

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The mama apes croon
Over their darlings and beat
Up those who criticize.
There‘s never enough fur to stay warm.

[Disposable Poem November 13, 2015]
Dr. Mike