Some say our earth is splitting in two
Shifting off its axis in directions anew
Parallel worlds, a rift at the core
One is wrought with strife and war
Contentions and conflicts and hate galore
This land is mine!
They thunder and roar
I was here 3000 years before!
Decrees keep pelting like acid rain
From the sacramental mouths of men
Sitting in legislative dominion 
Your bodies, our choice say all those
Born in the spitting image of god
The owners, the stoners, the masters, the lords

The other earth … well that is a mystery
Wrapped in illusions, visions and dreams
Aspirations so secret
They lie buried beneath
Lungsful of air 
Every stalwart heartbeat
Where Biology is a factual thing
Not contorted into statutes and bills
Where connections are made
Forged by the soul
Where language and lore
And race and skin
Are just rainbows that arch 
Over our beautiful earth

They say the split is cleaving in two
Our world of bloodied green and blue
I want to be with the ephemeral lot
The one that’s poetic, as yet unbegot
Even if that means that I will cease
To have and to hold, to breathe and to be
At least I’ll be done with our broken world
Be a star in the sky
An autumn-blown leaf
And that dear friend is all that I want
When I introspect
When I really delve deep.