| She... There are
many who no longer wish to see.
There are many who no longer wish to hear.
There are many who scoff at wisdom.
Voices speak but the words are empty.
The sounds are hollow and the heart is long dead.
What is coming shows no favor.
What is coming will cover all with the same blanket.
Walk your talk has been the cry of those few who remember.
Silence will prove to be the downfall of many.
Too many empty words will prove to be a downfall also.
Lack of action will eat at those who once had the chance.
Choices made a very long time ago will point fingers.
And actions taken so long ago show a broken path.
Take pity on me will be the cry...
Mercy they will scream..
Save me...for I am sorry...
Too late two legged,
Too late...you have chosen to forget.
You emptied out the store in your greed.
East meets west and so the circle turns.
North meets South in the process.
The hoop splinters.
The bloody trail of paper ends.
The doorway opened reveals the road.
As above so is below and all will be caught in the
fallout as the Great Spiral turns.
She who once came to bring gifts now returns and walks
again.
What have you to show me she will ask...
Is your
heart clear?
Oh my people, look at what you have done will be her
whisper...
© Canpaza
1997
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