All the devastation plaguing our world
From one continent to the other
Affecting the earth's axis
One feels it's the end of our world as we know it.
What do we do? What can we do?
Is this something we can control?
All the pollution we have created
All the weapons of mass destruction tested.
And yet we wonder why....
We are never in control
The powers that be, are
We are nothing but pawns
Collateral damage, we are.
Worrying is a moot point
What would that accomplish?
Hold on to your faith
Hold on to your safe haven.
Only the Universe can help us now...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I'm sure we can all identify with those words June. There has to be a healing energy in the universe that could be mobilised for the good of all, if only we were prepared to connect with it. You make a powerful plea for a return - or should that be turn - to sanity.