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Earth Song
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Earth Song |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
When I was young - seems so long ago; I sang the old Earth song along with many: We were young hearts filled with hope and buoyed by faith in endless things: things needing no explanation for we were sure they would ever work. Mother Earth we called this place, we called you; in our meetings and sit-ins and groups where we called for peace; for understanding and made ourselves aware as best we could of the sad state of your environment-- and so easily failed to make the connections. And the train, if there ever was one, left without us -- we married and got jobs -- just like the ones before us whose ways we thought we so despised. Oh what fools these mortals be -- and they were us. Oh yes, how easily we were fooled. But times have changed, as times must -- I have grown old, and so everyone else and in your own way, so have you, Earth. And our old song now echoes off key like an old Fifties tune on a scratched LP: discordant, out of place, meaningless. I've observed another Christmas go by -- watched the hype and even was recipient of some unexpected special wishes... but you, Earth, had your own way of celebrating: 140,000 plus humans and countless other life wiped out overnight in a tsunami... Not bad. Mother Earth? I asked myself in the night, trying to put faces and names to these I shared life with! My, haven't you grown into the great bi-tch! You let countless rich bas-tards rape you to death and turn your anger on the poorest of the poor -- Have you lost all sense of decency -- or have you always been a prostitute for the System? Ask the right question, get the right answer so I've been told, time and again: Ah, the sly way you turn tricks for the rich, opening up your remaining stores of riches: resources galore for wars and Wal-Marts! But the poor die without water or food, bombed and poisoned, slaughtered without mercy, pushed out into your empty deserts -- crushed underground, drowned under the sea; and predators fly, walk, creep and swim unhindered making life hell for their victims -- and no can see; no one can reason... or so you think! I've become observant: years can do that to some -- and I had warned you I would not remain docile if you tried to play me for a fool like the rest: I'm free to speak out -- I'm not your child, Earth. And how do you like this new song now? You should have let me go when I gave you the chance: now it's too late, I've written the report. |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
I REALLY love the beginning of this!: "When I was young - seems so long ago; I sang the old Earth song along with many: We were young hearts filled with hope and buoyed by faith in endless things: things needing no explanation(!)" some of us tiny, fading 'wilderness voices' are still singing the "old Earth song" ... much applause for a typically 'thought provoking' penning from this fine author! |
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Blood.Wolf Member
since 2009-02-09
Posts 54GA, USA |
the beginning is quite amazing! actually, the whole thing is... “For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack." |
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