So many gamble so of late with life true
Their own lives family peace on earth
As if it seems within their very dreams
Hell bent on being king of castles worth
Myself I remember a day of a oneness
All working hard for real peace of mind
A more giving understanding loving too
Even in my memory of late hard to find
Everything grows older one day to die
All but the oceans mountains that be
Has all forgotten all ends up later rotten
That includes the human race's destiny
Are we in such a hurry to end life on earth
Become another civilisation gone in time
With endless future ideas questions asked
Religions politics thinking back then so fine
Gone forever brilliance beauty time to come
Where are great minds of our yesterdays
For an entire race to allow the craziest beings
Play such a grand scale monopolies of craze
Every soul upon our earth could be of oneness
Allow children to remember memories fine
Yet here is a race of absolute sheer disgrace
And swiftly going overboard for such decline
All over earth little children know better still
Play and learn as one no negative emotions
If they could have the world as they see life
On the other side of all of earths vast oceans
Yet we have a race of humans creating woe
trying so to be the greatest latest of all cousin
And yet demonstrating such egotisticle wrong
Showing brains three eggs short of a dozen
Playing their ideas of their being God unknown
As if they own the planet or dreams of same
Feeling a greatness as if they'd not get wet
Even if they were standing in the pouring rain
The greatest soul with such a view of oneness
Over time has simply been shot a list so long
For as if trying to speak of a peace of mind
And a oneness among all unbreakably strong
Yet they tell of Adam And Eve having two sons
One killed the other ran away like winds blown
Came back later on with wife and loving family
So much like humns in time will be so umknown
It's all power money greed selfishness strong
Not one with heart enough to say enough's enough
Our beautiful planet and all upon it one day gone
Not a living soul exists able to call their bluff
terrence michael sutton
( Wtitten by a very concerned soul )
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