Revelations - Poem by chuck Hurley
Man's intent appears to hasten the end of earth and be its cause of demise
The obvious is obvious and the female cannot say it comes as a surprise
Man stockpiles his poisonous waste and a Mother's mind must realize
There will be no more babies; for everyone in humanity dies.
Doctor No is alive today as the one of yesterday and perhaps even more
What goes around comes around an adage I wish not to see and that is for sure
Nagasaki and Hiroshima know of man's evil intent and his destruction of pure
Women need to arise and be the voice for the innocents cause and assure.
The poison lies in cannisters in the open on the desert of the Utah flats
Once released the wind and rain wil deliver but can never ever be taken back
God's children denied their lives and humanities future dense as black
The female mind must demand equality and not just a token; for this is a fact.
Enormous uranium waste taken down the highway and put under stone
Of course under tight security as the inventory builds under the domes
Enough to destgroy our planet and every child and every home
All life will expire because of a singular evil mind that acts alone.
What else do we have in storage today for the living; deadly as original sin?
Rember the evil minds of the past that would have; if they could have back then
What goes around comes around is true as it is only matter of when
Who persuaded a Mother to worlk and also care for home and family?
Is the mind of man so different it must be isolated from the rest of humanity
The curse of the mature male and his actions border on insanity.
Fear born out of a time eons ago and the female had to capitulate you see
It is the male voice that is heard today; about freedom, democracy and liberty
The female must be given equality on all male dominated councils as a God given responsibility.
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