Yes, we care,

Passionate dreams,Not easily won,The pain is great,Rewards are none,Stronger than life,Their webs are spun.

History proves,We’re quite a sore, impoverished sight,Where Logic long has taken flight.Right or Left,Religious or not,We all drink out,Of the same rotten Pot.

One dayWhen all will be turned to rubleThen we’ll be ‘content’But by then,It will be too lateAll our good time,Will have been spent.

For in it’s great immensity,It sings of Love and Liberty,Of Life in waters hidden fastOf pirate ships from our dark past,Of travels and discovery,Only the Sea can make you freeIn its unconquered Mystery

To clean up Washington’s, dirty stuff,Plus ‘political lying Doves’,‘Each people has the government they deserve’Said the great Alexis de Tocqueville,Therefore, ‘Shame on Us! ‘

That’s born within all Poetry,That makes us feel deep sentiments,Transports us to Worlds without end.Is Poetry the French perfume,That saves the spirit from its doom?Or is it like, Bolero DanceThat holds you in a lifetime’s trance,In love with what you see and feelWhile traveling thru this special landOf sincere love and outstretched hand,Where evil thoughts…