Looking out from my balcony I saw sunlight glinting.
It’s been there forever
The laser-sharp sparkles
Hitting empty glass and concrete artifacts
Bouncing photons that came from the sun eight minutes ago
To heat up
Images of what was once a place of promise.
Image of a place where the promise was captured
By the addiction of personal gain.
Image of reaching for the stars
While stomping on the faces of those
Who reached up in awe,
Pushed up without thinking
Those who used,
Those who used up,
Those who discarded
The hands that reached up in awe
Who pushed up their beliefs
To the stars,
But ended up, instead,
Pushing up the greedy.
Eyes wide shut
Seeing only gold in the glinting of the sun,
Made their own
The glinting sun,
Their distorted words of belief,
To own the people
of Our Planet.
by George Opacic