Each passing moment has a cost;
choose well what matters utmost.
Frivolously, or by conscious intent;
nonetheless our life force is spent.
To either fuel the destructive race,
or making the world a better place.
Every choice, part of the total sum,
affecting generations yet to come.
As those who lived to be wise say:
lies are not worth the price we pay.
Walking a path with truth as guide,
we may yet abide past false divide.
A matriarch or patriarch?
The outcome is yet stark.
How about right and left?
Different hands, still theft.
In all shapes and colours;
lust for power over others.
By whichever given name,
slavery remains the same.
Either overted or coverted,
freedom is still subverted.
Not within either extreme;
balance is found between.
Any rape is still too much;
are other peaks not such?
Let’s now forsake the lies,
as to rise anew, truly wise!
Ever alluring to escape the calling of life;
one often rife with doubt, woe and strife.
And yet, joy may also cause eyes to tear;
beyond fear, something true awaits near.
While purpose may appear hard to know,
if we grow, the unwinding path will show.
So hear anew the beating ancestral drum;
love’s hum echoes what we may become.
Carried by the winds to a distant land,
burried deep beneath the golden sand,
or sunk under the sea far from strand?
Or be it by cowardice, pretense, vanity,
ignorance, betrayal or kindred insanity,
that we lost so much of our humanity?
You may genuinely feel that it’s unfair,
perhaps too much of a burden to bare;
still, this predicament is ours to repair.
Each fully responsible to do their best;
should we persevere through this test,
with true integrity may we be blessed.
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