In the land that I call home
people of power
give execution orders
and men and women
young and old
fall like autumn leaves
and we say:
Ah.. don’t look at this tyranny,
this ruin
this darkness
It brings sorrows and the sorrow
is not ours.
In the planet that I call home
people of power
give execution orders
and forests and rivers and lakes
and whales and gazelles and eagles
and thousand year old trees
fall like autumn leaves
and we say…
.. we say nothing
we don’t seem to see the tyranny
the ruin
the darkness.
Don’t know how you feel
but for me there is a sense of calm
in knowing
there are trees home to high soaring birds
and seas that have abundant food for the mightiest.
My children’s children
in some great museum
staring at photos of the dead
will say
Was your world really like this?
And I will say
I’m sorry my child.
