Everything Poem by Randy McClave

Everything on Earth is borrowed
Everything at one time was sorrowed,
There is really no, 'Yours", or 'Mine'
There is not always a "FOR SALE" sign,
Even our very time is borrowed

We will kill over a plot of land
We will dig it and pollute it with our very hand,
What belongs to our Mother Earth
We believe it's ours since our birth,
And then and there we make our stand.

When we leave, we leave only with our spirit
Facts we must not ever ignore or fear it,
All that we have is what we came with
That is a fact, and not a myth,
And we allow and only believe what we permit.

Randy L. McClave