The Human Condition Poem by DM W

We are always seeking sanctuary,
Under the warmth of an innocent sun,
But dreadful desires will not let us rest.
The fabled descent of the star & the dove
Hasn't changed the discord of lamentation
And the skeleton ways of constant war.
We are tied like prisoners to the dark earth:
Where fertile redemption is a distant light.
The fabled Wings of Love are too frail
To soar above this broken world of shadows.