Daniel Cretona
Daniel Cretona
Poor old Daniel Cretona
he carries the woes of the world on his shoulder,
he remembers when young fearing total destruction,
as there seemed no chance for peaceful construction.
The fears disappeared in the following years.
there seemed now no need to shed any tears,
the cold in the east seemed to warm to the west,
the bear its aggression it seemed to divest.
But then what followed was a world badly led,
the olive branches on offer are dead,
the stars and the stripes puffed it's chest with delight,
thinking they had won, the long cold fight.
And instead of taking the bear by the hand,
and creating for all a new Promised Land,
gave no respect to the state of the bear,
left it brooding and angry alone in its lair.
This earth needs something better than this,
If you ask me our leaders we all should dismiss,
they haven't clue on what they should do,
they should just leave it to me and to you.
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