LOVE & WAR

They say it is incredible, an incredible dream: a world in right order, flourishing in peace. 
Who sold them these unnatural dreams? Dreams of vengeance and war. 
I can't find space in this mind of mine, space for the generosity of love- it's all too vast to fill my mind. Nobody loves, Nobody cares. I've got worries and major fears.
There is an appointed time and place to recognize you and your beauty, young brother, but right now what's yours must become mine. I cannot forsake my eternal greed for your momentary need. Let us not squander our limited resources trusting one another's agenda. If I were you, I would never do that. 
I am one man with all the world's needs; one man with one man's greed, for a slipping eternity that speeds up my heart beat. 
I suffocate in my nightmares in deep sleep: blood, tears, hunger- sorrow's brothers. Tomorrow is just another tomorrow, with a rising sun, and day dreams of demise and hunger, tears and blood. I've got worries and major fears. 
As if by reflex, my eyes have been made to see the morning sun and swiftly wage wars. Waging wars is a habit, a habit of the human race. 
I wouldn't pretend that love has never imposed its power on me. For decades, I've born witness to little children play Jesus for easter celebrations. Other days, the sound of solemn plays as kids escape into a world where they become the  doctor and the fireman, soldier, and the banker.  
How do they, once characters of life's comic relief, grow up angry and antsy?
Disengaged, disconnected, disappearing within a mass of selfish desires, that quick crash down on a world and its very newborns.
Pearls. We're each Lost at sea with a plethora of pretty little pearls on strings of solemn despair. Love would make for a much better string if you ask me.
Love, a most superior raw material.