It is sad
People cannot live the simple life
Without peril.
If it is not the folly of the complex
That threatens them
It is the Earth
Groaning in it's age.
When such simple lives are snuffed out
Those living complex lives know it immediately
Through their complex devices,
They find they had the power to change things
And it wasn't applied.
Innocence is lost.
Some of the complex use it to point fingers,
Others as an opportunity to show renewed compassion.
Nevertheless when the stories of the simple lives lost are written,
The sense of the loss will grow on all the complex.
With or without the help of the complex,
The simple will weather the storm
And grow more complex,
And the complex will have a haven
Where they can retreat to the simple,
For one cannot live without the other.
Author notes
Everytime I rewrite this it makes a little more sense and gets a little less corny...
Written January 20th, 2005
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