Friday, April 14, 2017

in an age

in an age the soul remembers
sensing still its dying embers
man to truth was honor bound
rarely was deception found

but today our greed does rule us
strange ideas do retool us
no more is the spirit free
to create life as it should be

the hand of fate is shunned and broken
respect for life no more than token
now the children live in fear
finding little to hold dear

fantastic dreams now fill our heads
strange contortions fill our bed
grace and love so rarely found
with war and violence so renowned

it's said that once the ancients spoke
about the time man would evoke
the beast that would bring on such pain
when tears would fall like endless rain

perhaps now is what they meant
when powers what we represent
but love is lost in such a way
and peace and joy the price we pay

with guns and bombs we blast and kill
we push and shove  -  enforce our will
the seeds we plant will surely grow
yet still it's grief and pain we sow

love will not be found in war
more sorrow  -  that's what we're in for
you don't make friends with pain and fear
we're losing all the heart holds dear

there's still time  -  we're not quite broken
but it takes love much more than token
no more must we live for power
we must sow love for peace to flower


i wrote that down back in the mid 80's it seems

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