I sort of followed today's prompt, which follows Pablo Neruda's lead in being an ode. But my ode is small, and his odes are long and flowy and cascade down like a waterfall of words. My ode is a Sijo, but there are no rules in poetry. So I wrote it anyway!
Ode to the Great Contradictions of Humanity
Prophecies warm the earth,
while wars overwhelm and perplex,
iron and clay, gold and silver.
Power is equal to money,
but kneel before an altar
as prayer builds an armor of death.
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