If we cried for the earth collectively maybe our tears could cleanse the ground
and our mantle deep untapped heart remember that this earth is a sacred space
a special place
when our bones have withered & the earth is tired,
our children may sigh & approach our neglect with might..
Oh how will the world smell....
why is there so much gluttony .........
hungry criminals posing in high chairs leading you and me with there grey suits and no eyes,
bombarding us with there illusions
false marketing no real explanation of the nature of there business & killing behind there products !!
don't we have the right to know
from palm oil industries to oil drilling in the seas
is it not our birth right to know that humanity and all earth breathers are heading for elimination in bright daylight...barefaced under the moonlight
just imagine
there may never be another night..
"change".. "peace"..."harmony"...so complex for some in its duty ......
as the sun sets
how do we undo the way we do
we change our minds and our days
i was told
...we are living in the late stages....
the more we ignore the harder it is to reverse this
im in this with you and your with me too...im speaking to me while im looking at you...
...its a collective universal very serious problem and history is happening under our toes ...
even the trees are whispering this awful reality
things are not as easy as warm Sunday yawns
in slippers with a cuppa tea...
only our hearts can identify with this, but it must be willing & foreseeing...
i open the gate of my eye lids & let a tear fall rebelliously
& my own heart
speaks in drums
maybe its a spark
maybe its a tiny little start.......
were not worlds apart
with our cries for change....
were not worlds apart
with our cries for change....
by me for us (sarina leah)
