On far away stormy shores
Sit people consumed by the simplicity
Of their existence-

Where beyond the need to survive
And love one another-
There is little more than a core humanity,

For in these people’s lives
Is the cornerstone of the nirvana
So endlessly depicted to us-

Through the onslaught of media
And through word of mouth-
So lacking in sincerity

For tranquility is portrayed
As a subtle state of mind-
Empowered by the nature-

That was so carelessly destroyed
To make such a portrayal known
To the globalized masses of Earth,

But on the cobbled metropolitan streets
Of our greatest western civilization
Do individuals sit as perplexed

And as consumed by existential crisis
As any other man or woman
To roam the grasslands of the Savannah-

Or the shores of weathered atolls
Deep in the azul expanse of the Pacific,
For true peace is truly indistinguishable-

From that of a common existence-
Shared amongst the many differences
Which now engender a deep rooted sense-

Of social self-segregation
Which permeates all echelons
Of our ever stratified society-

Just as innately non-peaceful-
As this life ever was or could ever be,
For only in our fight for life

Can one find everlasting peace at its end.