Temple Of The Self # 2

oil wars, earthquakes,
famines rock the earth.
wore down, beat down,
give it all you're worth.

nuclear, eternity,
history ends with a blink.
steal your soul, steal your thoughts,
controlling what you think.

and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.

you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self,
bowing down to the mirror.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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