Disgruntled Royalty

We are the disgruntled royalty, ungrateful, because we're ignorant of our grand status.

Vanishing Green

A cry of agony, drenched in irony,

Echoed across the concrete jungles.

"I can't take the heat, I can't the heat,"

"Where can I find a bit of cool air?"-

Asks the man, sitting in an iron clad cage.

Should I laugh or should I cry?

At this comedy of errors, that transcended over a thousand years!

I look at my friend in the executive tux,

Hair as neat as a feather and sporting a gleaming watch.

He seems almost alien-not bearing the slightest of-

Resemblance to the ancient ancestor,

Who crawled out from the dirt.

The great mother cradled him in her arms,

He was weak, he was fragile, he was a slave-

To the everlasting mystery that went on.

He went about his ways, knowing not where he trod,

He crawled about, then one day stood up and walked.

His hands lost the love of the earth he dwelt.

Separated forever, since then to now....and forever ?

The child turned against the bosom that bore him.

The slave becomes the master and the master the slave.

Men conquered every land, far and wide,

Set sail across the seas and across stars.

In the hunt of the ages, did he lose-

Those that mattered and not to be lost?

A child renounced the mother the day he walked.

She cried for him, her tears drowned his kind.

Her heart trembled and many faltered under it's shock.

Yet he does not see Gaia's pain, or does he ?

When the last leaf falls, will we learn ?

Does he not know for every tree fallen,

A heart dies in a scorching furnace ?

Everyday I watch green replaced with gray.

I see concrete forests bury the living ones.

Innocent children whose dreams should sprout green,

Become gray old angry men with raging fumes.

When will man learn that money can't be eaten ?

When the last leaf falls ? When the last drop drains ?

When all but a barren dessert replaces all ?

I hope not as I still see hope !

Do not feed children thy wicked thoughts.

Water their minds, so they may sprout green.

Remember the times you crawled the earth.

Learn again its love and forgiveness.

Be the man you once were, not this monster.

Sing the songs of peace with the birds.

Drench yourselves in the eternal springs.
Remember that life is not eternal,
That the everlasting mystery goes on forever,
Contribute a verse like Whitman said
Contribute love, not hatred.
A mother will always love her children.
She is calling you back as loving as ever.
Go back home and make peace with her
"Come back my child, come back"-she calls.