Because
The world is round
Because Those busy buying up the world Because they have a hole where their soul should be Because their hearts are empty of anything other than money Because they cannot see some things don’t require a return on investment Because they are blind to humanity Because their eyes lips and silicone tits are too big for their belly Because indifferent cruelty is an industrial disease Because we are too many and yet not enough Because Someone should have told them no when they were children Because black isn’t white~day isn’t night~two wrongs never made anything right Because every child is sacred*~every colour under the rainbow Because we’re sick and tired of having to fight the lines on the map in their heads Because Concrete bunkers a feared of the pitch forks coming to get them Because the emperors new clothes Because because because ~ Of the terrible terrible things that he does Because celebrity is obscene when millions walk miles to find fresh water each morning Because a mother runs into a burning building Because a soldier lays down his life for his comrades Because a doctor will continue to fight while lights dim and the bombs keep falling Because the world is round not two dimensional Because We still find time to smile though the world be ending Because empathy self sacrifice and compassion Because greater than all these things And beyond price is Love ~~~~~~
image is mine own…sun through clouds after rain, hope after the storm.
Because some things need saying, we resist, we persist, we damn well insist, that things need to change….don’t we?
Love Sea😘
* every colour under the rainbow
"We still find time to smile though the world be ending." simply beautiful, that's the only thing we will have left right? A presto!
I loved your, "Because we are too many and yet not enough." My own, because, "And then he created the jerks." I have been reading Cornelius Tacitus. Humanity has come a lot further than we are told to think. "We were allowed to witness the battle. More than 60,000 were killed, not by Roman swords or javelins, but - more splendid still - as a spectacle before our delighted eyes." This is in Tacitus' "Germania."