Karma of the World
A paper thrown half haphazardly can tumble down the path with no regret
listen to the trumpet call oh dying soldier hear the sound of God's levet
we are lower animals on earth, trampling on our earth and sea
mother nature weeps at our robotic tactical feet, can't you see
that the karma of the world has gone off its skelter we are paying
for our carelessness and negligence, it goes without saying
we need to re-visit those red poppies on the ground of valor,
and circle back to a time when we wore our coats of armor
for the sake of the soul we need to heal the karmic wheel,
for karma, is something we can't beg for borrow or steal.
By: Mystic Rose
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