Plotted trees with dying leaves
Life from stars now to dust
A dying breed hollowed by greed
Their integrity from rotting to rust

I’m asked to hope, on a short held rope
Not allowed to see those who save
Politics of distraction, incorporated factions
Taking more than they gave

I’m asked to buy while others die
The myth of famine and feast
We justify our insatiable alibis
But never question the beast

Because money speaks but does not seek
A value beyond the cost
Our Mother cries while Brother hides
All that we have lost

And yet there’s sight, on the darkest night
Once asleep but now awake
The illusion of ‘Them’, is ready to end
Time to rectify our mistakes

We must unite, it is our rite
First through the heart, then the mind
As the systems fall, we must call
To love ours and all mankind

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