This Beauty Has Been Ripped Away

Pines become intimate with scurrilous skies,
Raking malachite claws through timid sands,
Where one is only one and one with the lands
Means compassion, not excuses...
The ultimatum: "We can do what we want."

Ignorance creates a kaleidoscope,
Revolving in the suspension of belief -
Casting not miasmas to the thief,
But to her on the opposite end
Where blood does not seem normal...
And where the law of Death does not have to be enforced.

Brown eyes blink back from greenery bright,
Stillness before trust; let's see what you're made of.
He will not know the perfection of love
That can be granted by laying down a gun.
These kind brown eyes that are wiser than yours
Become empty darkness spinning through eternity.

With the pull of a trigger, this beauty is gone.
Triumph forgets to give way into regret;
Sorrow at pain has long been drained from the regent
Not of the forests but of technology;
Something that nature will someday overcome,
But for now, this beauty is gone...