Skip to main content

The Price we Pay

we boast of a cradle of life
the genesis of which we have put a price on
we prize not the vanishing green
and take lightly the price we paid for it

were we not as one,
as we reclaimed that which had been snatched from us,
the legacy that our forefathers left us,
and charged us to nurture?

yet now we rise against each other
plunder the irreplaceable from nature
use what is left as weapons
to further greed for power

soon the ground shall burn
uncovered, unrained
stained with sweat and blood
despair and regret

do we not all sweat salt and bleed red?
do we not all love and mourn for our loss?
do we not all hunger and thirst?
what then is our distinction?

let then our dream be fulfilled
let harmony reign
let us heal our land and lands
and never forget we are all children of the Most High.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Must I Choose?

I am torn, conflicted between one who is beside me and one that should be, I cannot decide. She is my anchor, speaks the words that comfort my heart. The other teases me, a fun loving heart they both make a perfect woman. But I must decide. Must I choose? She bats her eyes and I die, the other winks and my knees give way. Must I choose? She makes my heart faint with longing, The other cherishes me beyond what I can imagine, they both fill my heart with joy. If I part with her, I will die. If the other leaves me, my soul will be robbed of light. Must I decide? They both are the perfect woman. ~ Pandit. And so continues the emotional binge. Image: Diver From Beneath by Petr Kratochvil

The Unconquered

I have launched campaigns to foreign lands for so long, fought for these lands to belong to me and every time I have failed every time these lands fiercely repulse me my strength has failed me, I cannot fight anymore conquests and crusades, I cannot do anymore I fear my lands are barren, unattractive inadequate for the needs of those who are me I shall then sit and hope, that one day I will be conquered by another to whom I will give tribute and who will offer me but a part of their lavish bounty

Distances

he could look into them forever, the window to her soul the jewels whose brilliance lights up his soul and bathes it in purity her very shadow makes flowers grow her breath brings forth ice flakes her words are the strum of a harp and her footsteps the whisper of angels he can only look at her through the glass their distances insurmountable their hopes unrequited their sentiments unspoken yet she wears the crown, his queen of a distant land her seat beside him remains empty and the empty palace halls echo with loneliness