Origin and the healing process.



The world became a studio but without the tension.
We took photographs of it with animal products sustaining them and see nothing but smiles and human based issues.
We maintain a kind world trapped in a renound cottage of our own upbringing, with a little too many
festive trimmings and toys to resist.
We keep ourselves and belongings like pets in a carnivorous world as if we can't maintain our basic needs of innocence given to us in rights to let go by God himself.
With us we took our pets into a freedom only we could befriend, we make love at will, eat from God's hand, dig and lay in the safety of our earth, climb into trees in the night skies and watch the stars collide around us at our free will, while suffering animals overheat or freeze to death just to keep us company with the restriction guise of 'family' ties.
Am I wrong? Am I right?
We dress in skin and white wash our walls in bone without the gruesome image on our fancy dream designs ever even crossing our minds, or even then have the audacity to say how can I deny myself a thing without stains of blood in collective hands. As I do and try to fight a better personal fight against every single day.
Such heroism pops in to remind us of what? Forsight. A protest? A stance? A poem? A film? A cartoon on animal cruelty? To at least try something vegan.
Is human cruelty to humans more a priority to most? Yet we give to animal charities, keep pets, ride horses.
Yet we all host sentience person to the personable. Not all animals bite!
Are tears not enough to warrent a simple job change or life on the doal.
Its not a life sentence. Can you at least touch a homeless person with look or kneel to their life existence without wondering what you could have kept in the bag for yourself.
Can we not feed the world in 2023? Then when? Are we evolved enough to even set a date on loving ourselves before master bating over the strange? Or too addicted to death instinct to care?
If you regularly kill with intent the whole world feels the pain. Not to mention world war.
Focus on kindness.
Love thy neighbour - the bird outside or at least bless a blind person with a trip to the shop for them if they ask.
Well done to the greater good that exists in every tiny miracle but utopia is a bit hard to visualise to a God with nuclear weapons still pointing at everyone of our civilised and natural heads even if we do only notice it on TV the fallout is rippling accross the globe
But I digress. What have I ever done to rule the world by example.
Even I was brave enough to hold the gun at 16, given a chance to come of age 'selective hunter'
Let's all at least just try to get along or put down the drunken bullet we drown ourselves in on any given 'special occasion'.
Can you forgive me? Yes?
Then why are you about to overeat, starve, kill, eat meat?
There is no judgement only lessons, because life passes us by too fast to complete the global goal.
Live your life. Have fun. Life's a game.
Why so serious? You're only human after the fact that you're not, you're a God being with a devine soul, but you're not just God's gift.
Think don't just inject. Or we'll think for you. Life goes on but at least have respect for the dead.
Would you want a dead body tattooed on your arm?
Most of us already fed our children it. However real or relative it was?
Feed the children charities.
Intensive?
Care a little bit - that's it...
Font size:
Collection  PDF     
 

Written on October 25, 2023

Submitted by heathert.34240 on October 25, 2023

Modified by heathert.34240 on October 27, 2023

3:26 min read
9

Quick analysis:

Scheme ABCDEFGHAIGJEKLMNOJPAQRJSTUVWXYZ
Characters 3,420
Words 676
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 32

Heather Lydia Thornhill

Moods and mindsets poetry. Published. Book in progress: Don't talk rot. more…

All Heather Lydia Thornhill poems | Heather Lydia Thornhill Books

25 fans

Discuss the poem Origin and the healing process. with the community...

0 Comments

    Translation

    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "Origin and the healing process." Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 27 Apr. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/171902/origin-and-the-healing-process.>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    April 2024

    Poetry Contest

    Join our monthly contest for an opportunity to win cash prizes and attain global acclaim for your talent.
    3
    days
    13
    hours
    11
    minutes

    Special Program

    Earn Rewards!

    Unlock exciting rewards such as a free mug and free contest pass by commenting on fellow members' poems today!

    Browse Poetry.com

    Quiz

    Are you a poetry master?

    »
    How may lines and syllables are in a Japanese Waka poem?
    A 31 syllables in five lines
    B 50 syllables in 7 lines
    C 15 syllables in 7 lines
    D 30 syllables in every other line