Planet Cries
Our planet cries, as the weak and oppressed, pay a price for wealth to rise,
we pollute and consume, while we seal our doom
but power is blind to see, what the scope of the crime will eventually
lead to a preventable catastrophe
The answers I fear, are too obvious and clear
but will never be realized, by the politically paralyzed
where there is no profit, to come from it, the leaders will not see fit
to fix what has already been done
We sacrifice our souls, for reasons no one knows, and work for the greater good
we are never sure why, as our victims die, never told if we should try
stop and stare, or rally to care, one planet to share, without our help will no longer be there
should this not be enough
Dollars and cents, the lower class repents, for the sins of the powers that lead
we all do the work, to cultivate not shirk, the responsibilities to ensure that we all succeed
Copyright © R William Standish | Year Posted 2018
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