Spirit of the Times

Animosity
breeds hate
and callouses the precious
diamond weaved promises
easily broken at first chance.

Frightened, though you
grew from her womb she
hardened herself to the truth.
Ignorance may be bliss, but
just when did we become so cold?

Karma haunts you; hunts you,
lying in wait for the
moment to strike.
Night bleeds sorrow.
Open yourself to
promises of love and compassion.

Quietly you try to escape;
running into the shadows.
Stay hidden or
take your punishment
upon your shoulders.

Violence reaps pain
while love blossoms to good fortune.
Examine
yourself;
zeitgeist.