Poetry

[alchemikey]

birds of a feather
they all flock together
we must do the same
if we're to topple this power game

we must stand up for our rights
the red, yellow, black and whites
it doesn't matter what race your from
this is about the sum

the collective of planet earth
we are helping to give birth
as we rise up in vibration
our vision steers the creation

intention gives direction
to the infinite selection
every choice that's made
must be thought out before played

each decision has repercussions
nuclear power plant destructions
there's now radioactive fish
how has it come to this?

we keep chopping down gaia's lungs
without a thought for our young
sucking out fossil fuels for oil
to drive on pavement where once was soil

doesn't this seem a wee bit weird?
is it just our darkness mirrored?
if that is the case
then it's up to us to embrace

all those parts that we've rejected
we must welcome home to be accepted
when all of us has done this task
in a world of peace we will bask