Earth Poem

We are burning, each day yearning
For the freedom we were promised
Every day a blur, it is hazy
like a gauzy film of dust

Helpless we go, reaching beyond
Reason has fled
and all we do is toil, for nothing

Really we're all dead

All we have is this moment, we have enough,
Our economy turns on our hopes and dreams
Now so empty as we empty the earth
We don't notice the silent springs

of all substance and beauty,
We'll all be shells.

Our vision is blurred to what is important
All imitations of things that once fulfilled 

We are reaching after, freedom
as the earth burns
Helpless we go, reaching beyond

Every day is a blur, hazy
like the gauzy film of dust in the wind

We are all yearning for some undefinable thing,
this goal of freedom, the promise of freedom
yet all we do is toil, most of us toiling 
in painful repetition of yesterday

Somehow we are convinced that we need more,
gadgets, gizmos

while the earth burns
We are dead, only walking briefly through a moment
we haven't realized our insatiable need for more

All we have is this moment, we have enough,
yet our economy turns on our hopes and dreams
a blurred vision of what is important
All imitations of things that once fulfilled 

Now so empty as we empty the earth
of all substance and beauty

We are all shells.