Who To Believe

When we silence the noise, of our electric clock wake-up, turn on lights, and our coffee pot Should we feel shame, for what we have done or in blissful ignorance, greet the morning sun millions of people perform this ritual everyday Without thought of consequence, just time saved Some men, wives and children seek only to survive others use time to plunder and destroy all alive The path of life's maze fixed by our choices in life nescient of truth, all choice will lead us to strife Kept weak, hopeless, fearful, no query is raised Is it apathy or a delusion, men take to their grave dregs of the waste, have defiled air, sea and sand befouled Gods heaven, killing both plant and man A priority, we created, pillaged humanity on earth Pantology repressed, only to seed arrogance not mirth The people's voices muted, because of some men's greed but, questions persist, and now we all must take heed I am only a farmer, tasked with planting some seed as a caretaker of land, my life is to cultivate and weed An estimate, of 60 years needed to decontaminate the land What men built, planting their nuclear seed in the sand Take time to think, talk and inquire of all that is planned Please put, a pen to paper, instead of heads in the sand The future life of plants, animals and the humanity of men Rests in The Peoples Voices and Words from their pen