By: Shyanne Sarris
This once vibrant earth has begun to die,
Crippled by all of humanity’s lies.
She yearns to breathe in honest love,
But, reluctantly watches the death of her Doves.
Love, compassion should please carnal needs,
However, lackluster souls continuously grow like cultivated weeds.
Try, as she might, to start anew
She is immediately squelched by hatred at her roots.
Blood seeps deep – to the core –
She cries for the fighting to “stop!” But only receives more.
She begs us to Forgive and Forget,
But alas, the Rules of Pride must be met.
Who is right? Who is wrong?
Will it all really matter at the end of this sad song??