LOOKING IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR
Looking in the rear view mirror of fifty years bygone
Cheering the adolescents for their astonishing courage
Sitting in at the United Nations with their plans drawn
attempting sobriety to restrain their boiling outrage.
The older models of cooperate industry are now forgotten
while waiting for the new golden era to appear like a dawn.
Their logic is impeccable with validity their burning torch.
Tenaciously Greta proclaims as her movement is begotten
declaring the wealthy’s ignorance while the arctic is scorched.
Our Paradise is unrecognized which was given from our Paragon
while the slovenly pinch pennies as our blue Earth turns rotten.
Heavenly admirations are warranted to the carriers of priority
during a lazy chief executive officer is swinging on the porch.
Throwing salt in the eyes of a dismayed and useless authority
who is concealed in ultimate secrecy while waving its baton.
Devoid of stimulation with their mouths confounded with cotton.
Gibberish is the credo sending confusion while leaders yawn
stumbling over contradictions without explanation. They then venture
into nothingness while fracking through their most treasured front lawn.
Choking on phrases with their lips curling from their flagrant incendiarism
melting the sheets of Greenland while something’s foul in royal Denmark.
Ruining the Golf Stream and destroying our salty brine’s delicate balance
as the perversity is unchecked with this brassy Brazilian style of arson.
Certainly the revenge is surging within the heart of Mother Nature
who stands in a blazing light in Her authenticity and purest rapture.
The politicians have heard of Ray Davies’ “Apeman” while Noah’s Arch
will be waiting nonetheless without a white dove or mighty Tarzan.
The younger will discover the words garnished with peace and lyricism
decorating our spirits with ambition as we travel through this dismal dark.
Assisting justice as the evil-doers will be marched off to holiday prison
hoping for leniency as the perpetrators continue their dim surveillance.
Dreaming with the seraphs for a pluralistic form of honest humanism
beseeching the calloused to embrace our cause as true collaborators.
We needn’t be devoid of sensibility and must possess a vigourous reason
retrieving our sacredness and protecting our planet with a prudent vigilance.
Raising our voices to the universe from whence we came cursing treason
by laying trust in the mighty hands and heart of our gentle Counselor.
Promising diligence with virtuousness standing adjacent in total allegiance
devoted to our intuition letting the spiritual guide our cherished wisdom.
The option is nonexistent of second guessing our mission as we disembark
on this marvelous journey to salvage our inherited rights and inhabitance.