Tuesday, March 29, 2005
strip this world of all pretences
take away the smiles the makeup the packages
and try to find its soul
admidst the debris of war and conflicts
lost in the poverty and tragedies
eaten away by the selfishness of the power-hungry
forgotten by the world indulgent on matters
so shallow you can put a fingernail through its depth
you think what is this world that we live in
what is it we are leaving behind for children
how is it we have lived so well
we lost touch with living itself
and then cry as it rains while you feel the cold in your heart
cry, cry, cry
somewhere in the sound of the rain
you think maybe... ... it calls to be remembered
debbie at 11:21 PM