sábado, abril 19, 2008

Drought Brown


Drought Brown

The life of our species
is a matter of survival.
What i see throughout the world
is people rushing and pushing, all
With a sleep mask towards the end.

This hurry, this hasting of crowds
the fight, the claim, the urge
to get one self before another
Like child overcome killing the Mother


Wasted life and wasted ground
the land we take, the Stake is fake
the very life that supports us
held and broke into a million pieces

Tasteless reality so greatly built
gray grove and hollow
teach the new born kid
expectations fulfilled, rush up and push down
same sleep mask same ending, blood smeared in drought brown.

There is still hope, you know
One can still awake
Our Mother gave us so much
we must not forsake

Must feed the spirit, deep from within
give back to our keeper, warm feeling growing
root reaches and grabs, human holding hands
power up the old movement of loving our land.

Guimas 20/04/2008

1 Comments:

Blogger Dr. Theamat said...

Adorei! Acho que dá uma boa canção com a musica certa. Aliás, tens de postar isto no ADPMusica xD!!!

Terra 2, a nossa utopia pessoal! :D

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