Conflict

They laugh at poems and poets
They curse the wisdom of prophets
But they bow to coins and bullets
People are mad!

They think they can con God;
Remember eden?
When once was too often and
Mankind had to flee from the garden
Out into the open desolation of earth-
A paradise of heathens a flesh of heaven

World of women kingdom of men domain of children-
like cain and abel fruits of the flesh yielding corruption
and pain because life can never be the same again

since the fall of man into the slavery of the flesh;
the soul is a painful captive in the prisons of human reality.
PEACE SUFFERS IN THE HEAT OF CONFLICT!