thumping on the table trying to make a decision
what if there's no life after death,
what if there's nothing left,
we have to do our best before our
last breath
a brush with death enough to just
wake up and desire to live for a greater good
or we could destroy out of lack and void to the
bitter root of our blackened environment
I mean, how much time spent knowing that
there will come a shift change and some
will walk but not stand ever again
the wind is whispering throughout
the land estates and property owned by the
hidden hand how much will it take to understand
the thumping gets louder as we sit back watching
the towering devouring the birth of a nation
so we find ourselves in a situation we ignore
what we believe so that our stress is relieved
still there is no greater injustice, Plague or disease
than being deceived