Plant this seed
Let it grow
Let the roots hold us down
Tell us who we are
We are nothing at all
For what are we when we can't see two feet ahead?
Blinded by our own greed?
Grow may the greed!
Let it rise.
Let it go much higher than the ground
Leave us stranded afar
May us take heed
And realize our endangering deeds
Don't let us divide each other
Let us stand, hand in hand brother.
Shelter the seed
Do not feed the greed
And do not let us believe,
We are nothing at all
For what are we when we can't see two feet ahead?
Uncertain and unwilling?
Let us grow from this experience!
Continue to pluck out those nasty weeds
That infest our souls and
Steal the beauty from the gardens we habour
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poesía"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
