Plain greed conflicting with the world

So much elements were taken,
solid earth abused and tortured
to get some frantic relief,
time and space in a monetary
state of mind,
the circle
lost and twisted in plain greed,
always expecting
something in return.
Can you create the rain,
a wild breeze on a sunny day,
a rainforest at dawn,
the measures of the milky way?
The complexity of immanent diversity,
a colourful mystery of light and dark?
A human heart with wide open veins
smiling graceful like a child?
Can you give away everything you got,
and find out your first name?
Covering up the trail
of the mystic warrior,
the roses bloom
while the courtroom
is screaming
through the interlude
of a madman
fighting
against a deeper part
of understanding.
Yes, you can create fear
inside,
like so many did before,
the mirror is reflecting
just about everything
you are longing for.
Heaven is a word
of experience,
when hell is all around.