No control <br />know the ground <br />on which we walk <br />Our feet look today <br />not of the morrow <br />slightest wind rain fire <br />control thin-kith <br /> <br />Plants good seed <br />be it of simple grass <br />for get not <br />the sparrow <br />whom does <br />need feed <br />Illusion of the color green <br />called not greed <br />Rethink the bricks making <br />up our path broad swath <br />not asphalt <br /> <br />Opinion of paths do differ <br />conventional over traditional <br />no control <br />Cost effective no illusion there <br />people thought govern all <br />Life death each breath <br />wrong hand life given unto <br />no illusion <br /> <br />Yet control no value <br />hand brings death <br />to human being <br />no chance contribute <br />Something anything to effect <br />illusion of better life cut <br />short by said hand <br />controls hand <br /> <br />No illusion brings <br />hope chance change <br />of such is morality <br />expanded past local <br />custom <br />Ignorance cut off illusion <br />of better life for all <br />man kind<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/illusion-22/
