The world was always broken.

But that’s okay, because so are we and always will be.

What creatures are whole and perfect if we spend our lives waging wars,

dinner time conversations and twitter feuds on who or what made us?

Are we not broken when we relentlessly pursue abstract Happiness,

knowing we toe a line of darkness;

one look to the right into an abyss we’ve created in our own minds?

 

The world was always broken.

It was always going to succumb to greed within the first thousand years –

to man and his spears and shackles.

Hunger taught us to hunt, greed taught us to want.

Just as the pretty girl in the hall taught us to doubt

and the media taught us to lose a few pounds.

What world is perfect when it raises children to seek perfection

until their own desire consumes them?

 

The world was always broken.

But that’s okay, because so are we and always will be.

What creatures are whole and perfect if they demand

to state and know which creatures are superior?

Are we not broken when love seems so futile, yet hate,

which takes far more muscle strength,

is the first resort, to retort?

 

The world was always broken.

It was always going to succumb to self-loathing

as Mother Nature withdrew her loving arms.

Smoke fills the air, chokes the sky once there.

Earth grumbles and rumbles, threatening the foundation

we walk all over.

What world is perfect when it raises children to end it

with their own desires?

 

The world was always broken.

Yet, with self-doubt we still endeavour to fix it.

 

 

 

Pictured: The Azure Window in Gozo, which was taken completely and suddenly by the sea and her current.

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