Heritage
HERITAGE
Those there are
Who view humanity
(Many of whom have
A tragically poor grasp of
The humane in humanity)
As merely a by-blow
Misbegotten
Mistaken
Mislead
Left leagues, leagues and leagues
From the one true and original
Bloodline path – That path
That dragons would walk
Else save for the fact
They prefer to soar
Some humans still dream of soaring
And those not lost in their wish to roar
May still do so however discretely
Intuiting an essence denied them
By those whose sole ambition
Is to deny all and any knowing
That dragons are, have been, now are
And forever and forever shall be so
As we as dragons also shall forever be
Posted on December 1, 2017, in Poetry and tagged Dragons, Essence, Materialism, Spirit. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Powerful poem, Ben! May the soaring dragons inspire and lead others to find their own wings, their dragon within, countering the culture of the inhumane (and the insane).
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