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Choking on my own saltwater tears
when I think of all the changes
throughout the years (the years, the years)
Imagine the mystery of fire
how it gave birth to warmth
humans now caught in crossfire
how many more will mourn
Imagine all the dreamers
believing in a world of love
seeking a prophet, a redeemer
is there hope from heaven above
Choking on my own saltwater tears
when I think of all the changes
throughout the years (the years, the years)
Imagine all of nature’s beauty
sacrificed for power and greed
illusions of tomorrow are spooky
who will plant the seeds to feed
Imagine the sea and rolling waves
calling us home to that far away place
the caves and graves of the brave
who will save the human race
Choking on my own saltwater tears
when I think of all the changes
throughout the years (the years, the years)
I feel your grief - and mine - as I read, True. Oh, the years, the years.........never did I expect the changes they would bring. Your poem is moving and beautiful.
ReplyDelete"who will plant the seeds to feed" This brings me to my own saltwater shore. And not only this line, the whole poem does.
ReplyDeleteThe downward spiral began years ago, but fortunately we know how it all ends.
ReplyDeleteYour refrain works so well here, Truedessa. So many changes, and how many more have to suffer and die because of evil-hearted humans?
ReplyDeleteThese are difficult days. So many changes happening too fast for us to register them all. Suzanne- Wordpress blog - Wayfaring.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition of 'choking on my own saltwater tears' is very effective, Truedessa, and I had to suppress a tear of my own as I read your poem.
ReplyDeleteThe ending of your poem was so poignant, Truedessa. And, as Kim said, the repetition works well to drive home your point! Yes, so many changes throughout the years.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. So sad. So true. Sandra sandracox.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteVery well written, Truedessa. Great questions. The one of who will plant the seeds led me to the question of where we will grow our crops with all the farmland being covered in housing developments!
ReplyDeletehi truedessa! i also enjoyed the repetition in your poem (the years, the years) ... indeed, where do they go?
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, poignant read. So full of emotion.
ReplyDeleteMasterful, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteThis is quite a song, beautiful and very very sad.
ReplyDeleteI fear it must get much worse betore it gets better...
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