New World Poem by dave lessard

There is a solution to the madness,
the hate, the rage, the pain;
there's a cure for the insanity,
and for those that are too vain.

Where thoughts are made and chosen,
for the good or for the bad;
free will to make the choices,
or regret the ones we had.

But the flesh, it fights the spirit,
and so, the eyes are blind;
the ears, they do not hear,
these souls are left behind.

But they'll get a chance again,
to accept or to deny;
the Creator of all Life,
who reigns above, on high.

The earth will be re-made,
by the One that knows just how;
to Him we all will give our hearts,
and to Him, each knee will bow.