Someday, when our hopes will have faded
all our dreams torn asunder
and all our resources raided
a glimmer of hope will shine
Someday, when our lands will be sterile
all our rivers poisoned
and the sky scorched and vile
our cold hearts will be warmed
That day, we will rediscover Love
that day we will rediscover fire
and we will then evolve far beyond
our strait mortal plane and thrive!
© 2010 N. D. Sk.
1 comment:
I don't know how well this would work globally, but I can imagine it as a metaphor for one's personal life.
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