She is not wise, but weary
Beholding our gut-wrenching battles and blood-letting
has not taught her, but torn her
Forced to fight for both sides, always the victor
and always, she is defeated
She offers us all we need to live
but we hold her hostage
Humankind has not civilized her, but enslaved her
Viewing her magnificence
has not humbled us, but driven us to hunger
Filled with greed and gluttony, we take much
and give little
Like leeches, we live off of her life-blood
No longer so generous
She doesn't love us so much anymore
She tempts us and tricks us
taking us to our tombs
And why should she not?
We are the great betrayal
and she is angry
A contest entry
- Realism by Tangled Angle.
450 points, ended December 30, 2007, 14 entries
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i like the leeches simile.
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