The Seeds

Sisters all, unite with brothers, before the hour is late;

the flame is lit, the embers burn, we must not hesitate.

Our Maker did create us all to live in harmony.

Why do we plunder and destroy a perfect ecology?

Wars continue to exist, while we wallow in ignorance;

blinded by self-pity, greed and hatred, overcome with arrogance.

Violence has filtered through the streets, beginning with the child.

We teach to kill, to mame, to hurt; no longer meek or mild.

We fear the difference of colour or creed; from young we begin to hate.

The earth was created for one and all, but we fail to tolerate.

The time has come to mend our ways, and make a brand new start;

children of the earth cry our for help. Do we have a heart?

'Tis time to plant the seeds of love, for the future is at hand.

for the fruit of love is mannan for all, peace and contentment throughout the land.

P. Coracas (C)

2.07.1998