I hear the echo all the stronger
as people argue yell and fight.
The murmuring of myriad voices
even in the still of night.
I feel them wash over me
granting bits of foresight.
What good does it do?
People are moving mountains.
Others can’t see but I can feel it.
The pushing of yang, the pulling of yin.
For every action, there is a reaction.
The force that makes the earth spin.
Too much will make the earth shake.
What will you do then?
Justice is a cry always answered.
But not how most expect.
It waits patiently whispering.
Watching the world neglect
their countless opportunities.
To learn to have respect.
Is is too late now?
If fracking increases seismic activity?
And millions live in metropolises
near fault lines by the sea.
Then how many lives will be lost
when retribution is set free
and by the law of inertia
one quake leads to another?
Millions die everyday
when a heart is broke.
No weapon greater needed
than an unkind word spoke.
A heavy burden awaits
each and every keystroke.
Can I say it well?
I do not believe every prophecy
but I listen carefully
and search for what makes sense to me
The black snake Dakota Pipeline
made clear, the connetion is money
between fracking and the metropolis,
Tokyo, between the mountain and the sea.
Now mankind has to learn this is our only home
we must treat it well, we won’t get another.
Bankers in Tokyo, what will you do?