The Future World

World War III

Tread on my back,

Drink my blood,

Even when my backbone becomes soft as mud,

I carry you on my shoulders,

Poison my flesh for your own deeds,

Go to my gardens and destroy my seeds,

Rise above me see if I care.

When you return I’m sure to be there.

I give and give, don’t often take back,

I shiver and shake my skin starts to crack,

I go with you wherever you are,

In cabs, on your feet, in trains and your car.

Sleep on my chest on a soothing night.

I’ll be there to sing around your campsite,

When you were born I was there to meet you.

I was there when you stood on your own two feet, too.

I’ll be there when you are dead,

At the foot of your bed.

Hold you six feet into my heart.

I’ll be your friend till the end.

When will you start?

What will happen to the world?

I’m not a naturalist, conservatist or hippie. I don’t climb trees and sit days and days to defend the rainforest, Nor do I have to be any of these. Yet in my mind I wonder where will world beauty be when I’m gone…When your gone.

We live in a time where politics, electronics and war are main topics. Music also fills our hearts and minds.

What will happen though when we turn off nartural music? When we burn parts of the world to industrialize for money and housing? Will there be any ground to be buried in? Or will we as people be buried in big cement blocks scattered all over the world? Perhaps used as picnic tables or foundation for a new building?

“People wake up and smell the roses before there are none to smell!”

I am not against the builders, the companies, schools or any other kind of un-natural habitat of this God given world, hypocracy? No! Democracy? Yeah. I believe we should tear down the old buildings and build new ones there, oh but wait that’s a new subject entirely…but is it?

Just like a pair of clothes or some item in your house…You know the one we don’t ever depart with because of it’s sentimental value, it’s not really the item it is the memories you cherish.

What will change if all there is to be seen are buildings, no trees, flowers or animals?

In closing

What will happen when you look out the window on Christmas and see snow settled so softly on the block of a loved one, or wait is that your loved one? Not a name encrypted to prove it, just a block.

“Grandma looks so peaceful under that lampost maybe someone will plant a parking meter there someday!”

Live still as you are but please heed my warning, don’t anger yourself for even you know it is true.

“Plant a tree, plant a flower, they say one day we won’t have a place for the dead, Will there be room for the living?”