Food For Thought - Poem by AHO Speaks
God the creator had a thought from which came a universal plan
Earth received its gifts of life to protect and provide for every human
Disobedience and discrimination deny man; his vision to understand.
All of man's efforts to honor and praise the giver of life and light
Failure to protect his humanity but willing to show his might
Man has a problem identifying acts of evil; and acts that are right.
Our world is fast becoming global in matters of wealth and trade
Yet children of color suffer, even tho the sacrifice has been paid
Life is a universal gift; just as every single heavenly star ever made.
Life is neither a gift nor a coupon or right you can redeem at a later time
One who supports the killing of children for a cause is really not divine
Man has the capacity to understand if he will use the gift as a sign.
Every single child on earth is and was and will be; a gift from the creator
It is the sign of mankind's future of now and not waiting for later
Man's ego and id believes his thought is Alpha when it is only Beta.
Man is neither infallible nor perfect but somehwere in between
Refuses to acknowledge he would not exist without the queen
Why is he the architect, arbitrator and author; of most earthly scenes?
The head of a family, nation, flock, organization or even a tribe
Each must protect and share and allow their members to decide
Most professionals use a language of their own to explain, not hide.
Children are born on every part of our world earth not by voice
Nor part of a family, race, nation or religion; by conscious choice
The circle of life is a gift from the universal creator; so we should rejoice.
A nation, a culture, a cause or even a life of dedicated endeavor
Will never replace humanities reason and purpose; never or ever
It is true God is eternal but the evil one knows the value of acts to sever.
11-07-05 Aho Speaks
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