She looks down upon the world
Upon the chaos that erupts everywhere
Pain, hurt, illusions, and delusions
The violence man has brought throughout
She wonders why so many human don’t
seem to even
give a care
She is abhorred by the wealthy
Wallowing in opulence
Like pigs eating at a troth they gorge
to get there fill
there bellies
of material swill
The more they devourer the more they crave
There bellies never quenched
of there greedy hunger
there greedy thirst
many nothing more then war mongers
Tears cloud her eyes and begin to fall
And great pride fills her breast
For all those living
Not in opulence wealth
Surviving and trying to save the planet
as well as
all else
She wonders deeply
If one day she’ll look down
To see that this planet
called earth
will forever
be gone
Friday, June 27, 2008
Grandmother's View (Native American Indian)
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