went to see a wise
man on the mountain saw a
poor man on the street

my words meaningless
your thoughts create a new realm
and are consciousness

the true craziest
question is     why is there war
human creation

the pure hallowed souls
of tribes children behind us
we stand resolute

future is people
both scary and so hopeful
do we have a choice

now is just a thing
to do between birth and death
i am among gods

She questions
All seeing and feeling
With hope for a future
She fights alone
And weeps in silence

We should listen

Deeply wounded she fights on
As parts of her die
Her vision never leaves the sky
Staring towards the heavens
With a prayer on her breath and resolve slowly weakening

We begin to hear

Small acts become large bolstered by numbers
She finds breaths become easier
Only as we fight for her soul
Can the world become whole