D’you feel the moving of the planet,
The final strain to overcome?
Stop hurting, killing, people, dammit!
It will be late to heal the harm.
Too late to cure scars and shambles,
Find out rescue from the death.
And only then we solve the troubles,
Can do regenerative breath.
We gotta stop the mass destructions
To save apartness of the Earth.
Just joint and persistent actions
Would allow to begin rebirth.
Meanwhile we live in man-made being,
And heaven fills with dull sundog.
We’re blind, we’re deaf, we lost our feelings,
Look for the right way through the fog.
20.09.2012
Sundog
© Copyright: Хэльга Штефан, 2013
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