Sep 2014
Could we make two halves of the world?
The abusers , the capitalist , the terrorists and the colonists to one side with all the land , oil, and riches they want. While the rest the dream weavers , the children , the peace makers, and farmers on the other with the lands, the plains, and the waters as one .
One half will end in destruction the other in construction
One half will have peace on the other half no sleep.
We should see who will last the longest ,who will prevail.
There's a place for everyone on the peace side but the people on the other side would only want for a piece from the least, the rest only a hand full of people to do their work. On the hate side they see progress they steal what they can from the land, not give what they could for the future. Eventually we all lay down our arms to lay in arms and drift to sleep , As I watch out my window counting many sheep. I'm wide awake dreaming of a place I've never knew. A world years a way, a world split in two.
The abusers , the capitalist , the terrorists and the colonists to one side with all the land , oil, and riches they want. While the rest the dream weavers , the children , the peace makers, and farmers on the other with the lands, the plains, and the waters as one .
One half will end in destruction the other in construction
One half will have peace on the other half no sleep.
We should see who will last the longest ,who will prevail.
There's a place for everyone on the peace side but the people on the other side would only want for a piece from the least, the rest only a hand full of people to do their work. On the hate side they see progress they steal what they can from the land, not give what they could for the future. Eventually we all lay down our arms to lay in arms and drift to sleep , As I watch out my window counting many sheep. I'm wide awake dreaming of a place I've never knew. A world years a way, a world split in two.
Not so much a poem as it is a thought . When I was younger I thought the
World was a dream inside a giant's head. Then I met the stars and the earth and they speak , They sing . I worry everyday about the future , that people don't take the earth itself serious that she isn't a beauty to behold but a resource to withhold. I hate the violence, the corruption. I saw this post the other day saying what if everyone gave up fighting each other and worked together and finally made intergalactic travel a real thing? I say to that person what if everyone gave up fighting and realized anything to be found in the stars light years away could be found in us? Food for thought.
World was a dream inside a giant's head. Then I met the stars and the earth and they speak , They sing . I worry everyday about the future , that people don't take the earth itself serious that she isn't a beauty to behold but a resource to withhold. I hate the violence, the corruption. I saw this post the other day saying what if everyone gave up fighting each other and worked together and finally made intergalactic travel a real thing? I say to that person what if everyone gave up fighting and realized anything to be found in the stars light years away could be found in us? Food for thought.
