quietpoet
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I'm not at 10,000 yet Angeline, but!!! I have read this poem publicly many times.. it is perhaps my favorite. Even with the rhyme aspect, it was written in about 15 minutes in September '01.
The Weakest Link
The heavy beam of balance failed
and yet we do not see,
the rights and wrongs of all the years,
life is not, just for me.
As buildings fall and people die
the answers lie in view;
it isn't just a simple game
controlled by just a few.
Should everybody have a chance
to make this world so free,
and live their life in happiness
no fear for you and me?
The mother she is crying now,
her children do not care;
they take and steal and don't give back,
they leave her soul so bare...
We have a chance to change our ways,
to see wrongs of the past;
events unfolding have begun
but do we raise the mast?
And if we do what is it for
to bring our world to life,
or just to raise another flag
creating much more strife?
The mother she is crying now,
her children do not care;
they take and steal and don't give back,
they leave her soul so bare...
The balance in the smallest thing,
a joy most never feel,
but nothing we could ever see
without that, could be real.
Tomorrow is a brand new day
for all of us to think,
about what makes the world our home
and us the weakest link.
We have the minds, we have the heart
to raise up the debate;
there isn't anybody else
to change the mother's fate
Our mother she is crying now,
her children do not care;
we take and steal and don't give back,
we leave her soul so bare...
Love you all. Thank you for allowing me to share my viewpoints and the other craziness that is quietpoet!
The Weakest Link
The heavy beam of balance failed
and yet we do not see,
the rights and wrongs of all the years,
life is not, just for me.
As buildings fall and people die
the answers lie in view;
it isn't just a simple game
controlled by just a few.
Should everybody have a chance
to make this world so free,
and live their life in happiness
no fear for you and me?
The mother she is crying now,
her children do not care;
they take and steal and don't give back,
they leave her soul so bare...
We have a chance to change our ways,
to see wrongs of the past;
events unfolding have begun
but do we raise the mast?
And if we do what is it for
to bring our world to life,
or just to raise another flag
creating much more strife?
The mother she is crying now,
her children do not care;
they take and steal and don't give back,
they leave her soul so bare...
The balance in the smallest thing,
a joy most never feel,
but nothing we could ever see
without that, could be real.
Tomorrow is a brand new day
for all of us to think,
about what makes the world our home
and us the weakest link.
We have the minds, we have the heart
to raise up the debate;
there isn't anybody else
to change the mother's fate
Our mother she is crying now,
her children do not care;
we take and steal and don't give back,
we leave her soul so bare...
Love you all. Thank you for allowing me to share my viewpoints and the other craziness that is quietpoet!
