Bora born
Brother John _
What say you Brother John
where do you see we went wrong.
Is there hope for better days
will wise humans mend their ways.
What say you, what did you find
as you walked the world this kind.
Language birthed with the eye
where's your smile, when do you cry.
Deft silence bore his soft gaze
as if to say there were days
when love filled kindness shone through
the fog of war's streaming brew.
Then he spoke in timbered tones
of futures stolen, greeds throne.
When beliefs rock hard resist
those soft realms where love persists.
No sense given for the few
on how to change what we do.
Just a sense of what's been lost
at what insane wretched cost.
The tree of life's ripened fruit
fall to rot with grubs to suit.
Recycled worlds so contrived
breed maggots dressed in disguise.
Entitled to devour all
justified by their God's call
to subdue Eden devine
before they run out of time.
As he spoke in metaphors
of fruit rotten to the core
when pressed he said there's no time
no reprieve for humankind.
So final was his rebuke
it made you think what's the use
though watchers who have waited
understand how we started.
This sensory headlong slide
down a slippery slope of pride.
Celebrity cultures rule
aboard this space ship of fools.
Earth's legacy gifts to you
as guardians, so be true
to four billion years refined
entrusted to humankind.
- O -
© 16th oct 2013 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
where do you see we went wrong.
Is there hope for better days
will wise humans mend their ways.
What say you, what did you find
as you walked the world this kind.
Language birthed with the eye
where's your smile, when do you cry.
Deft silence bore his soft gaze
as if to say there were days
when love filled kindness shone through
the fog of war's streaming brew.
Then he spoke in timbered tones
of futures stolen, greeds throne.
When beliefs rock hard resist
those soft realms where love persists.
No sense given for the few
on how to change what we do.
Just a sense of what's been lost
at what insane wretched cost.
The tree of life's ripened fruit
fall to rot with grubs to suit.
Recycled worlds so contrived
breed maggots dressed in disguise.
Entitled to devour all
justified by their God's call
to subdue Eden devine
before they run out of time.
As he spoke in metaphors
of fruit rotten to the core
when pressed he said there's no time
no reprieve for humankind.
So final was his rebuke
it made you think what's the use
though watchers who have waited
understand how we started.
This sensory headlong slide
down a slippery slope of pride.
Celebrity cultures rule
aboard this space ship of fools.
Earth's legacy gifts to you
as guardians, so be true
to four billion years refined
entrusted to humankind.
- O -
© 16th oct 2013 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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