Society’s Sight
We think we’ll be okay
As long as our bills are paid.
More money, more money
Will keep our skies sunny.
Few see the fate we forge,
The coming senseless scourge
Sweeping through our world,
Our blind greed unfurled.
The price we all pay
For the rich to pillage and play
Is subtly sickening our souls,
Digging us deeper in the hole.
While waters wither away,
And skies turn gray,
And fires through forests fly,
Society closes its eyes.
We ignore the planet’s cry
As we watch each species die.
The soil is dead from overuse
Yet we continue the abuse.
When will the people plead
For the change we badly need
To reverse what we have done
And start to care for everyone?
Caging Hope
Hope is trying to fly away,
But I will bid it to stay,
For without, my heart will wither
And in the callous cold I’ll shiver.
Let her find a home within me
And I’ll never set her free.
The bird I’ll cage into my soul
So as to never be unwhole.
She will guide me to the light.
She will harbor me from fright.
My worries surrendered to her,
I’ll be found far fitter.
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