Judgement
I fear your judgement Oh Lord!
When I see what has taken place
Upon this planet, the destruction of life,
Of clean water and our clean air,
How do we suppose life is going to fair?
Can we ever return to the old ways?
When horse and buggy was our stay,
And our air was cleaner without
The burning of fossil fuels.
Do we not see our human needs
Far outweigh our evil deeds?
But life's hypocrisy is such,
When we ask to be in touch
With reality, the way God wanted;
We fair far better without our lusts
And our yearning for more lessens,
As we try to accept the way of
Our Ancestor's, the native American Indians,
Who lived and accepted simplier way of life by
Respecting Mother Earth's life offerings!
the Native Americans were much closer to God than we are.... they lived it... in accord with nature. good poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. Its true too. I wish we could go back to those days. I wrote a poem called Simpleness. Its just like this.