WE The new Universe

We grab and snatch
do what
it means

and forget the missing
we
live
proud
and thousand
Matthew
Christ on the thorns
and
who are you.

The old hog
remains
to run
the
machines of purity
simple
from
sky
to water.

The O
is
reclusive
not fronting
territory.

Dirty ocean
do not gallop
numbers.

Let not clear  blue sky to blame,

Loss of leverage
of dint of hop
let not
the hurt take away people.

From this Earth.