There might or might not
be a “God”
there might or might not
be an afterlife
there might or might not
be ‘good’ and ‘evil’
there might or might not
be a reason that we’re here
there might or might not
be a method to all this madness
there might or might not
be an end to all this sadness
there might or might not
be a reason to have hope
in a brighter future
but hope we will, still
day after day
and year after year
we won’t succumb to the fear
that you instill
we won’t give up
as you kill us
one by one
or by the thousand
we will resist
until the last drop
of our blood
flows from our bodies
and we will resist, still
as that blood
nourishes the earth
and life begins anew
as a tree grows
from the ashes of Babylon
life will carry on
because, so it goes…
though no one knows
who or what
might eat it’s fruit
or whether or not
it will even take root
either way,
the blood will nourish it
and whether or not it flourishes
time will tell
and even if it does,
a lumberjack may fell it
and a lumberyard may sell it
but don’t let them pell-mell you
let me tell you a story
always go with your gut,
forget about the glory
might doesn’t make right
doesn’t lead to the light
doesn’t give you insight
no, the strongest don’t fight
but weak minds
find reason to bind
to say you must grind
or you’ll be left behind
but forget about
the scream and shout
forget about the chase
forget about keeping pace
maybe it’s time
to about face
leave the rat race
and look out to space
gaze out at the stars
from time to time
no need for a nickel
or a dime
no need for a looking glass
to see
that we’re all born
and we all die free
and you don’t need a degree
and you certainly don’t need pedigree
if we’re lucky
we’ll all nourish a tree
or we’ll wash out to sea
whether we lived on dirty water
or Cognac and tea
no more baguettes and brie
no more maggots and fleas
if you want a revolution
look to the butterflies and bees
get on your knees and plant trees
though they might or might not grow
and we might or might not know
that the truth was never spoken by a prophet
and the truth was never written in a book
the truth is within those who look
at the world and think
‘what else can I give?’
not those who look at the world and think
‘what else can I take…?’
as they frantically dig deeper and deeper
trying to capture every last bone
and every last drop of blood
until Mother Earth
is among the dead.
soitgoes1984 