The Ladder
I climbed the highest ladder,
To see what I could see;
I saw my fellow countrymen,
Living in poverty
I climbed up even higher,
Embracing open skies;
Murder, death and bloodshed,
Appeared before my eyes
I saw a ruling power,
The middle class shrank to poor;
Powerful wars and conflicts,
Were standing at our doors
I saw hungry children,
Here, on our native soil;
Only the rich grew richer,
Thriving on the wealth of oil
Greed crept upon the land,
Like thieves in the night;
They took away our liberty,
To strengthen their own might
Those who fought in wars,
Their victories spelled defeat;
Many returned as heroes,
Only to wander the streets
I climbed above the highest clouds,
Beyond where eagles soar;
Our social security famished,
No healthcare for the poor
Drugs polluted our communities,
While terrorists stalked their prey;
Children spat on their elders,
Sunny skies were turned to gray
I saw an exchange in power,
No yield in government rules;
Technology dined on the obsolete,
Our economy stolen by fools
With fewer days of promise,
Though many years of pain;
The poor are expendable fragments,
Millions are dying in vain
I climbed as far as I could go,
To the depths of the galaxy;
I saw a new beginning,
With Christ eternally
The poor and oppressed were equal,
While no man ruled in heaven;
I saw love beyond the ladder,
And peace among our brethren
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