Plotted trees with dying leaves

Life from stars now to dust

Money bleeds from dying breeds

Their integrity from rotting to rust


I’m asked to hope, on a short held rope

Not able to see those who save

Politics of distraction, incorporated factions

Taking more than they gave


I’m asked to buy while others die

The myth of famine and feast

We justify insatiable alibies

But never question the beast


And yet there’s Light, on the darkest night

Once a few, now abound

Though the systems burn amongst the yearn

It is our time to confound


We must unite, it is our rite

But through the heart and not the mind

With fertile light, we speak our plight

To love ours as all mankind

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