Plotted trees with dying leaves
Life from stars now to dust
Money bleeds from dying breeds
Their integrity from rotting to rust
I’m asked to hope, on a short held rope
Not able 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 insatiable alibies
But never question the beast
And yet there’s Light, on the darkest night
Once a few, now abound
Though the systems burn amongst the yearn
It is our time to confound
We must unite, it is our rite
But through the heart and not the mind
With fertile light, we speak our plight
To love ours as all mankind
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