THE PASSION
We go through life ambivelent souls, yet searching for the truth,Requim that has passed us by, yearning for lost youth.
What has man amassed, an arsenal to end it all,
What has man learned, I look with great apall.
I look with passion for an answer, is there a master plan,
I hope I have a purpose, Surely i'll do all I can.
Man looks for deliverance, from all that has gone wrong,
Oblivious to the fact, he has written his own song.
No robins' song of springtime, a vultures' hovering gaze,
What's left should we not listen, a troubling puuzling maize.
The prophets and the sages, have told us where we will stand,
If just for an instant we forget, to reach out a helping hand.
The help we all seek, lest we forget from whence it came,
The help we failed to offer, viewing life as a game.
Aristocrats have billions, yet cannot look me in the eye,
As this humble man changes thier tire, hundreds pass them by.
I pray for love and compassion, my fellow man no matter his creed,
My hope springs eternal, love will surpass the greed.
With but one breath left to me, I offer up to you,
Respect what GOD has given, these words I speak are true.
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