What are we?
For we are everything,
Yet, as individuals
We seem like nothing.
So small, yet so big
We can create.
And we can destroy!
But why?
If we all cry at once,
Could we create an ocean?
An ocean of sympathy
Could we drown in it?
We pray to the gods for good fortune
Why not create our own
For one pair of hand working helps
More than a thousand clasped in prayer
What are we here for?
What are we doing?
Can we escape?
Can we move on?
When we spend a life of running,
And there’s nowhere else to run
Would we sit?
Or would we cope?
Be brave little children
Embrace the new world
In which we have destroyed
Its all yours.
And maybe your tears will mend the drought
You laughter break the silence
Your innocence renew
Your ignorance erases the past.
And when it is time for us to die
We will crawl into our graves
And we will become the earth
That is now yours to mend.
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