Swirls of Trio- The Past, Present and Future

Let us wake

Swirls of Trio- The Past, Present and Future
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The world is not safe for the unborn. Deforestation, corruption, poverty, hatred, murders, immorality, and other challenges are ruling the world. Change starts with one person and it can only be you. Listen, with perfect silence, to the shallow cries of drying rivers and the slow death of a healthy society.

You and I sleep and snore as if the world is okay.

As if the shave is perfect, yet it is astray

As if the complexion is even yet it is like unprocessed hay

As if the eye sight is healthy, yet we are giving the world away

To quick death

 

We emerge from midnight battles of painful illnesses

And mental whirls; and step on the staircase of a new day like clubhouses

Masked faces feed offspring with unsolved challenges

Mouths of the living sing tributes to the dead because of circumstances

See the results of our choices.

 

Overpainted lips plant kisses on their target corpses as goodbyes

Then fight over the property after making a swelling on earth  

Children hasten death of their parents for the assets

And many call this a clashing of events

You and I should be world’s intelligent coaches

 

Water sources have a surplus of scum,

Mother Forest mourns a loss every day,

Millions of dollars are disappearing in county offices

Shelves have carcinogenic foods

The young are crushing the hearts of the old

 

We inhale the polluted air and keep silence  

We sit coiled to a corner and gossip with our neighbors

How our neighbors are polluting the world.

We come out at night and pollute the polluted lands.

And complain to the leaders, our gossip mates of yesterday, about the killer diseases.

 

We have become like short-sighted predatory hawks that fly high but are attentive to easy prey.

We have become like the donkeys that eat, drink and sleep and kick the caretaker.

We are walling out the good and sailing the ship towards death.

We are walling in the harmful- pubs are standing where trees existed.

The clinging smoke and poisonous vapor have become our closest comrades.

 

Kindly arise from the bed of blindness, justification, rationalization and ignorance.

Feel the soreness of long sleep.

See the disrespect given to the soil of graves

Half-naked dances of youngsters on top of the bed of past intelligent men.

Countless planned murders of the wampum-hungry to the weak  

 

Let not the world suffer when you are in it.

The aged, teach about respect of your days  

Leaders, turn to the world, and lead

Dwell where the fire is mighty

Seek not warmth from the old blankets.

 

Come out you, and meet me in the battlefield,

Come out, you strong men that know how to fire guns at enemies,

Come, you strong women that know how to feed and support the fighters,

Come out, and lend a hand to the environmentalists,

Come out, and lend a hand to the genuine anti-corruption agents

 

See the proof of past mistakes and turn to the present battle

Let us wake, and uproot the corrupt and immoral  

Those who raise taxes, to smoothen their paths

While we walk on unfrozen mud,

Terminate the sleep and give the world life.

 

Justice is weeping for truthful definition and maximization

Children are raising themselves.

What will they be when they become kings?

Discrimination and injustice are blood-joined buddies

Are there attentive minds that are dying to speak out?

 

Go into the towns where many are buying and selling

Open the eye of your mind to the attention given to money

Aren’t there lies in every corner and violence on every street?

Isn’t there tolerance to the bad and torture to the truth speakers?

See the price that man is paying for the deeds he invented?

 

Unspoken and unevenly-contested battles

Wink at the products of your procreation,

Arise and exercise justice and truthfulness.

Quit feeding on another to fill the stomach.

Man should not be a vampire

 

The sound of inhumane sacrifices is deafening,

Only the deaf are hearing

The tree of evil, is heavy with consequences

Only the blind are seeing

Arise, and add length to my sword.

 

As I stand on the hilltop, ready to fire my arrow,

Do not push me.

A seed is the hope of a tree.

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