Earth is a callus place
fending for itself;
the shell cracks
from pouring selfishness
upon the chicks without,
without the love and kindness
we cease to be true peace
hiding behind bully
laughter and extremities,
lay down on the cushion
giggle at the imperfection
because the crushed egg
in the over weighted
world basket scrambled
for a room filled with necessary
human compassion in their need
Author notes
"The Earth is just too small and fragile a basket for the human race to keep all its eggs in." Robert Heinlein, speech
A contest entry
- PIF Merci! by Age of Rain.
1000 points, ended September 3, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Wow.
I absolutely love this.
Thank you so much for entering and good luck ♥
-rainbow. -
There is a very poignant simplicity to this that I adore. There is some perceptive nature in this, and I think you did well.
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Very nice
I think you understand more than most. I hope to read more from you in the future! The Shaker
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