Picture perfect in pieces

Scattered by the millions,

Waiting for the collective to  assemble,

But none of them seem to fit.

We look for answers in war.

Such a primitive mind,

So narrow the thought.

Our conflicts prove coercive;

Devastation,

Death,

Disease,

Degrade us,

Subhuman.

We look for creative ways to destroy,

Enamoured by fatality

To no ones surprise

The puzzle pieces bend and break,

The puzzle pieces get lost,

Our human puzzle incomplete,

Gets  thrown on the heap.

Still–throughout our eternity

We have gotten no wiser

And have never learned to play nice.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~