Well, oh my God, I'm here again about
to take off on a journey through your land.
A land which used to hold, support, and shout,
to those with ears.. & minds to understand.
And still, I reckon that the spirit of
creative love has been here from the start
and humans who would choose for peace and love
have always had some room within their heart
for God's good way. And one who knows each bird
that comes to life within this world that's cursed
with leaders who won't learn to care, absurd-
ly caught up and directed, (what is worse)
by blind de-sire, unfathered & unlearn'd.
A world with gods who are demonic'ly
inspired to reek their havoc, 'coz they spearned
to learn from a real god, ironic'ly
they slowly bring this good Earth to its knees,
aborting many futures - and too hopes,
by greedy lust, unbounded, thus diseased.
Our med-i-cines won't reach the heart of dopes
who can't see meta for, their lungs are wheezed
with micro alveoli, covid coughs.
Their heart- and lung- capacities are squeezed.
No wind of change, or breath of life comes off.
So, contra to this picture painted here.
Some lovers of what's good and true and kind,
will still exist, for (salt &) light appeared
with words he spoke. And these I hope to find.
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