As I look into the world today,
I see a dark vortex,
Revolving around words,
Created by those
Who say they understand god.

I see this whirlpool,
Filtering through time
And wars and blood and despair.
It darkens, as it weaves
A symbiotic relationship,
Between the follower
And the leader
And the one with hope.

A hope for a better future,
Probable and passionate,
For the existential quest
To find the meaning to life.

Though the dreamers say,
Love should be the answer,
It becomes too simple,
Even for the simplest person
To understand and partake.

So the vortex eddies
And, maybe this time,
It shall consume the world.

Or maybe, not.

For there will always be some
Who will hope,
And can love.