What One May Say
   
Our beautiful planet, a place we call home but for how much longer?
Wars and rumors of wars, mankind raping our home, of all natural resources
Tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, it seems from these things we can't deter
Seems too late now leaders want to find of action, another coarse.
 
Starvation, disease, plague, look around, don't you see it too?
We are at the place the polar ice caps, in a while, no longer will they be
I think people are too late in any coarse of action they would try and do
Oil, the essence of life for most, to expensive to buy, in the end will be out of our reach, it doesn't take a genius  for some one to see.
 
Earthquakes, wildfires, floods, are we really nearing what is called the end of days?
Are we the generation that has been chosen, to witness this horrific thing?
Our very future hangs in limbo, and it seems all world leaders just want to play
I can't help but wonder exactly what the future to us may bring,
 
Brother against brother, over religion, what's the big deal, aren't we all talking about the same God?
It just doesn't make sense, the same God, or higher power, doesn't that seal our fate as brothers?
The Earth our home, we have ravaged her to the place, we had a lesson to learn, so we had a free hand in using the natural resources, we turn away looking like some sort of fool under the watchful eye of God
God gives us the freedom of choice, looks like we have chose to destroy our home or each other.
 
Crime runs rampant, children abducted, raped, or killed, what happened to the obligation to our children?
Things are happening now, more so than they ever have before
Soon no one will be left, no one left for the Earth to defend
But we just sit back and wait, like we are just waiting on more.
 
The four horsemen of the apocalypse, I am convinced they have the been unleashed, and now they freely ride
We knew long ago the devastation of our actions, and what it might cause, but in our arrogance we just look away
Too little, too late, seems we will take devastation and destruction, as our bride
Too much time has passed, I think our time is short, regardless of what any one may say.
 
 
 

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Moqui_Takoda   Moqui_Takoda wrote
on 7/27/2008 10:16:01 AM
the white horse was the british empire, the red horse wash the bolshevik revolution, the black horse was fascism, the pale horse is capitalism (the pale horse is actually a light green color) ... and that is the blood of satan ... the horse have ridden already and have exhausted themselves and have gone, now the vials are opening and around us is diasease, murder, rape, torture on a scale and visciousness never before witnessed on such a scale in the history of man everywhere, without exception ... for these are the leavings of the four horses ... the final vials have finished their course and now the end begins ... things are far more advanced than we are aware of, but some of us know this to b e true: get ready, and bless the light that you have for it is the final thing you shall have, and it is great, so hold it and you shall find happiness where it matters, and that is not here.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 7/1/2008 2:55:44 PM
Lanaia I wrote a poem titled "My Children" (The Earth Speaks) which is about the same things you wrote about here. We both know what lies ahead for our planet, and unfortunately it is not pretty. I commed you for your "open eyes" and I wish more people would open theirs.

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