Make Us One Pangaea Land Poem by Mark Heathcote

Please, please plant, sow a seed
get off that escalator
that pointless climb to succeed
don't be a prognosticator.

Please take your fate in hand.
Marry your heart and soul
with others, make us one Pangaea land
make love, your life, your goal.

Love is what we need.
Especially given our nature
leanings toward hate and greed
don't be an agitator.

You know love isn't contraband
if you've got it, stoke it with more coal
a fire fanned won't be damped
it goes beyond all control.