Creeping
Things.
Upon
the earth,
We,
the purveyors of beauty
Can
respond only with hatred,
Crimes
of nature and fear,
Letting
down the power of love.
As
animals we,
Break
the genuine emotions
Breathed
into us by love,
Thrashing
about in vile acts,
Taking
but not giving a …k.
Like
a plague,
We,
the human virus of earth
Are
desolating a million things,
Billions
of years being undone,
For
the supposed blessing of progress.
Could
we ever,
Find
pure and simple pleasure,
Working
as part of this system,
Rather
than assuming dominance,
Over
what we do not own?
Tread
lightly upon,
Take
only what is needed,
And
nothing for our wants,
Share
abundance one for all,
And
know how rich we are.
Hear
the wisdom,
Seen
in our disgusting choices,
Felt
in pain, millions of voices,
Cold
and hungry empty lives,
Bloodied
over barren lands.
Make
the change,
Don’t
wait another feckless day,
To
give your love a chance,
Sing
and shout in union again,
Let
the spirit of our earth dance.
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