They are children
Children playing unaware
The world is full of wonder
In these youthful eyes
They do not know they are starving
Or that they drink diseased water
They do not know a life
Lived any other way
They know the sound of gun shots
They know the threat it brings
But these children….
They don’t know why …neither do i…
They know that nature can be cruel
As time and time again
Their numbers dwindle
Death takes even the young
The bodies lie in mud
Their sisters, brothers, friends…
They see them piled up
A place of silent mourning
It’s the storm that takes them
It’s the gun that takes them
It’s the disease that takes them
It is death that takes them….
They live in huts
They live in villages
They become slaves
They become graves….
Children with dead eyes
To let them die this way
While the rich get richer…
It is beyond criminal…it is tragic….and it is real
Pele's Sparks
Friday, September 12, 2008
Changing....
Ever the tide changes
And you…you change with it
Transformed into someone
Whom I can no longer recognize…..
The weather changes by the day
And you…you go as it goes
You are the storm
Then quickly as that you are the sun
We live through the weather
And we live through the tide
But, my love….
Living through you has come to an end
And you…you change with it
Transformed into someone
Whom I can no longer recognize…..
The weather changes by the day
And you…you go as it goes
You are the storm
Then quickly as that you are the sun
We live through the weather
And we live through the tide
But, my love….
Living through you has come to an end
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Cry For the Country
Cry for the country
The country of the dead
Cry for those whose thoughts have died
Who believe only thoughts given them
By those who would rule them
Cry for the country
The country of the dead
Cry for the death of knowledge
That was killed for the sake of fear
Fear used to control them
Cry for the country
The country of the dead
Cry for the death of freedom
Taken from them as they did nothing
Their paranoia rising above reason
Cry for the country
The country of the dead
Cry for the country neglected
The country that can still be saved
If only the dead would awake to save it
The country of the dead
Cry for those whose thoughts have died
Who believe only thoughts given them
By those who would rule them
Cry for the country
The country of the dead
Cry for the death of knowledge
That was killed for the sake of fear
Fear used to control them
Cry for the country
The country of the dead
Cry for the death of freedom
Taken from them as they did nothing
Their paranoia rising above reason
Cry for the country
The country of the dead
Cry for the country neglected
The country that can still be saved
If only the dead would awake to save it
Monday, September 1, 2008
Not OK
Am I OK?
I’m not OK
Months gone by, but not OK
I’m not fine
I’m not smiling overjoyed
You changed all that for me
I’m not alone
But I am alone
In my heart, alone
Glowing?
No, the glow is gone
Replaced with pale
How can you be so happy?
How can you be so quick to let go
Was it all a lie?
I’m sorry you say…
Nothing more…
But sorry doesn’t unbreak my heart
You have denied me closure
Denied me hope
Denied me love
So,no…
I’m not OK, I’m not fine…
I’m lost and alone
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