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even the silence of the night talks,
old people talk staring out windows…trees talk shedding leaves,empty buildings talk to ghosts;dead bones talk to the wind…the wind talks those who mourn.the hungry talk to their oppressors,the prisoner talks to the walls.the desperate talk to the noose,lovers talk with simple touch.soldiers talk to their fears,the unborn talk to our decisions.the moon talks to the…
a world full of
one big nuclear garden…is it worth it?is this the best choicefor our children,and their children?is life worth so little?and progress so much?to whom?24,000 years is along time to payfor bad decisions….
if we worked today
with equal hearts,and with equal backs…if we worked todaywith equal souls,we’d build a worldworth dying for!if we worked todaywith honest hands,with honest hearts,and with honest backs…if we worked todaywith honest souls,we’d build a worldworth dying for.if we worked todaywith loving hands,with loving hearts,and with loving backs…if we worked todaywith loving souls,we’d build a worldworth living…
the trees are alive!
if you’re still,you can feel their pulse,waiting….chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.you are alive!just below your numbness,if you’re still,you can feel your pulse,waiting…chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.God is alive!just beyond your conceptions,if you’re still,you can feel eternity’s pulse,waiting…chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.
i came from a generation
work, daylight to dawn,for everything we had.we grew our own food, wecut firewood, we workedwith our hands.we were taught to work…we built houses, bridges,paved roads… worked onfarms, worked in sawmills,worked in factories…whatever it took for foodand shelter…and if a neighbor got hurt,or sick, and couldnt work…we helped him and his familytill he could.those of us…
your God preaches success,
lives in sanctuaries of goldwith windows of colored glass.doesnt get His hands dirtyon the down side of town…turns His head from the ugly,from the smell and the stink…walks on the other side of the street.demands sterile cleaness,prefers people of stature!no touching, no feelings…out of control!our God walks the tracksleading the lost home…slept with us under…