PENnED

Small trees are growing 
Forest fires are raging
Women are giving birth
Men at war are killing 
Some visionaries are helping save the planet and humanity from ruin 
Some missionaries just don’t care—
saving souls for heaven is their calling 

These realities can easily make us mourn our death in advance
Just as hell’s orchestra is just as ready to play an eerie requiem 
Until we begin to believe we can all be united together for the good of all
We’re just like the Guyana folks who drank the Kool Aid and lied down to die
In this universe we must choose to survive and thrive 
Or humanity will be forever forgotten