Some of us want to talk to God,
Still the towers of Babel rise and rise,
Like Fukushima's nuclear meltdown,
Worshiping a reigning toxic god,
Corruption polluting every ocean,
Destruction ruining our modern skies,
Confusing sense and sensible language,
Reprimanding us with a bitter guise,
Carving world order into larger pieces,
Massive portions of unpalatable pie.

Some of us want to sing,
Harmonize life into a better space,
But all those troubled lies,
Demanding that this modern world sells,
Fears that keep poor desperate people,
Struggling daily in a difficult place,
All that floating plastic garbage,
All those shards of broken glass,
So much encrusted pavement,
All that concrete modern sells,
So much fake tripe miring our planet,
Enslaving the world in this artificial race,
Feigning admirable life,
So many tired and sordid stars and stripes,
So few of nature's remaining blessed artifacts,
Blaming the past for all these imitative bells,
Some of us want to marvel at sunrise,
Simply whistle watching heaven's stars shine.

Take my heart so when a perfect sun speaks,
Obtain a part of me so when the angry moon rebels,
You might give at least an element of me,
 Back to God and the divine Universe,
Wearing a happy honest sacred face,
In my dreams I remember all my faithful dogs,
All my long gone horses and goats,
My husbandry life grazing a perfect line,
Heavenly milk and yogurt filled our stomachs,
Honey and perfume nurturing our wanting souls,
A wild forest place where two haunting owls,
Once came to me speaking in perfect rhyme,
Camped in that place of unblemished redemption,
A faultless place where medicine bears regularly arrived,
Guiding me in my earnest quest for food and herbs,
Teaching me about nature's natural remedies,
Education and knowledge being my earthly goal.

Some of us need to rediscover medicine,
Invoke Archangel Raphael to teach us how to heal,
All those days and nights spent listening to trees,
Holding in our hands our power stones,
Watching galaxies cross the impeccable sky,
Spoken prayers teaching songs that feed our inner fire,
Each true healer clearly envisioning,
Spiritually learning to compassionately feel.

Atop the apex of those tallest mountains,
Down deep to the bottom of the deepest sea,
God's still truth existentially lies,
All that ecstasy we discover in pristine forests,
That psychic dose where truth is revealed,
Beyond those concrete jungles where raging men,
Ranting as they daily go mad and virulently vie,
Desperately try to make some sort of sense,
Wrenched and confused in their broken lives,
A rancid modern stench making honest folk beg and steal.

People have been sold a vulgar bill of goods,
Rights are truly lost even though folk honestly try,
The way of the world has marred our minds,
So many souls barred having gone astray,
Far off our golden path that always promised humankind would heal,
But spilled blood and crude oil plus all this petulant selling,
Consumers constantly spending always buying never ending,
Replacing our sacred garden where ripe fruit once piled high,
Sacred springs and life giving wells all dried up,
Precious groundwater so many lakes and seas and rivers sucked dry,
Priceless water absconded by all this greed and corporate spiel.

A searing sun keeps turning and spinning,
Madness screaming in so many yearning hearts,
All this hurtful burning pain so many of us feel,
Superstorms and cyclones tearing this fragile world apart,
Tornadoes hurricanes and firestorms continually churning,
It doesn't matter what scientific method we try,
We can't save the broken world now,
Mass extinction will revamp all our greedy earnings.

What about innocent souls?
Millions more children born,
Mixed and stirred into this troubled messed up deal,
God take those pure souls to a better plane,
Maybe Mother Nature will create a better reel,
 Where Eden still exists and birds freely fly,
Children born wearing a happy joyful face,
Dwelling in different sacred place,
A world where trawlers and draggers haven't mined every sea,
A place where everyone hasn't been robbed everything being stolen,
A world where freedom hasn't been blindly chained,
By covetous minds patenting every viable seed by and by,
But now our damaged earth has been changed forever,
Corporate robots are all the modern world now sees.

Surrender or surely mercenaries will torch your peasant homes,
Unless this world of indentured masses bends,
If good men and women resist or even try,
Wickedness enslaving working men and women in this wretched time,
As the hopeless wind wanders through the crying trees,
Still the sun will rise and shine,
Scorching unprotected souls to the very core,
While wanton greed always calls for more and more.

I dreamed this road we're traveling,
Paved with dead water buffalo,
Black shimmering hooves and skins,
Shining under the relentless sun it seems,
I dreamed this avenue is piled high,
With the last great whales,
Dead sea turtles tragically washed ashore,
I dreamed every ravaged forest lay decimated and destroyed,
Nothing but sorry remnants now sawn into planks and beams,
I dreamed heaven was calling and trumpeting,
Angel choirs weeping and praying for us,
Our good Mother Earth simply needing more.