peel back the layers like peeling the flesh off a grape
peeling back the veil, after shaking off the dust of ages
peeling back the layers flesh of past forgotten lives
feel the flesh the pulp the veins pulsating with invincible blood
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When ancient people stomped the earth, the fulcrum of history rested on heroic individuals. Those who rose to the occasion lived at great scale. Now the fulcrum of history rests on military-industrial complexes; the system decides things for us, and we live in corners of it.
Living in corners reminds me of the poem 'Mind Of Artist Makes Marks Of Meaning'. From corners painter poet musician may work, but art enters the light and spreads light; a love of nature inspiring art and not the military industry, is where the hope of humanity lies.
It's wonderful that you praise our forebears. Their struggles traced a stepwise course to civilization, so they were fighting to establish the stability of lives like ours. Hence we can peel back history to arrive at the raw, struggle-filled lives that brought us here.