Cannot see the truth.
Blighted with worries,
I bend and stoop.
Caught in the eddies,
I search for proof.
That our race,
Can escape its greed.
Can grow, show grace,
Its morals breed.
Assure the future’s safe.
From those few,
Whose self interest,
Will spoil for you.
The potential best,
That almost grew.
Before we got,
Carried away.
With what,
We have and where we lay.
To a time when our lot.
Is for knowledge,
And not things.
When a grudge,
And blings,
Cannot define things.
