The Lessons Learned

THE LESSONS LEARNED Africa starving, droughts that go for years Ask yourself who amongst you really cares Who; really took it all on board, their strife Life was cheap to every child that lost a life The clocks will turn; it is us next on the list We will suffer as they suffered, get the gist Time is of no matter, in turns we will suffer As to cry out we have never had it rougher And you understand all their trips to death Stepping into their hungry bellies so bereft It is times like this we see how lucky we are We’ll suffer nothing more than a minor scar The dictators and tyrants; we will have it all Nowhere else to run to, no safe port of call We never think, no water or a roof over us We are just so bloody special why because There; is no why; do believe me when I say We are nothing, and, not special in any way Will we, as really wake up from this warning Realise the gift given to us all next morning That we even got a blessed right to breathe As you go then, lay your neighbours wreath Should; your time come, never ask, why me But, thank the Lord, the life given onto thee As every day was a blessing, be sure of that God come a calling, now, he wants you back You will all return, just in another time frame To be more knowledged; to live life yet again Learned on this earth how to be the survivor Not, kill this earth you live on, but; revive her To an honourable glory that she so deserves As Mother Earth was given to us all, to serve We have failed her; hang your head in shame Take responsibility; it's us all that is to blame She; will never forget the ignorance from you From her own precious soil, she will bury you God as her master will stand by all her claims She will destroy you until only the few remain Those that will as honour her and respect her Thus under Gods command; as we once were So fear you not wherever you be good or bad A new dawn; is coming, rejoice all and be glad Suffer your sins gladly, moan not to the whys Learn to what Gods words, came to symbolize Indiana Shaw . . . "Now; if I had only knocked it all down into a nice Haiku or Senryu this poem would have been so much shorter" . . . ; )