Thoughts
Thoughts
It is now the twenty first century
And my fellow man the time has come.
To pick up the load of our fathers sins and take responsibility for what we have
done.
The Earth is crying, the death shadow is on the wall, time is but a thread upon
the floor.
Take upon your shoulders the burden of our fathers mistakes and make the
changes we must make.
Hide not from the shadow of responsibility, but go forth from the darken pit of
hypocrisy.
The cradle is rocking in the wind, the earth is burning furiously with in.
Life is not only for the living but for those of us yet to come.
Let us work under one flag, one sun, one sky, share the responsibility of what
needs to be done.
Let not the cradle of the unborn rock in vain, the wind has changed and it’s
blowing your way.
Take up your picks and hammers your computers and your books, let their be a
revelation upon the land, lets show the politicians we don’t need them to think for
us, we can make a stand.
We are sick of their smoke and mirrors, we can see their every trick, we see them
hiding in the hollow, under every rock we kick.
The solution lies with in us, the air I breathe, you breathe, the sky I see, you see,
the planet I live on, you live on, doesn’t that makes us neighbours, nay brothers,
in the same stony sleep.
Lets marvel at the world, not destroy it, make no mistake, the sun that shines on
your houses shines on mine, it’s time to take up the course and fix the wrongs of
the past into rights.
Let not another golden slumber slip by with out a shift of thought.
Helen Marie Ochert
Copyright © Helen Ochert | Year Posted 2007
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