Destruction
Like the statue of Lincoln as he sits their in silent, constructed with restrains to
consume myself thoughts. The illusions of colors get clear.
Looking into a sea of metal with dirty land and people that follow, I see the
destruction of others left behind mounting in piles of kayos.
Our people on this land cannot handle the truth at hand. We made this land into what it
is today. A wasted land and mother earth is taking it back like a fox.
We ask why, simply because she can. We do not inherit the earth, we are mere mortals
walking amongst many, following in the footsteps of once before.
When will we look up and walk a different way, before it is too late, stand out from the
crowd and be that light shinning so bright.
Do fear fear. Take it with every step, every breath and every blink of a heartbeat.
Swallow it completely for the light will out shine and then you will be walking free.
Copyright © Teresa Granby-Baker | Year Posted 2005
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