Written 4/19/06


The Skies are Grey with Envy,
While tears fall hard,
Heaven weaps above,
The sadness frightens my soul,
Have so much sorrow,
Hatred a cross the seas,
Flowing through the heaves and crevases,
The sun peaks through,
No progress made,
Futuristic plans lay on us,
Haughty children,
Naieve dults,
Use waste spent,
Go, run, save us.