The winds are churning all around us;
Man is caught up in a storm.
Will each day be like the morrow
With its horrors to adorn?

Can we somehow spend a fraction
Of our time upon this place;
See the paths that we are taking
Bringing only more disgrace?

If mankind is truly feeling,
Loving, caring and humane,
He might change the world's direction
So that dignity remains.

For this effort to be blessed
By generations yet unborn,
Minds must meet in all directions
And our hatred all be shorn.

Time is not so in our favor.
There's an urgency of pace.
Life is storming all around us;
We must save the human race.

(C) K. Hicks