A Poem By Sara Poirier

Lust For Power
By Sara Poirier

The milk pumped from betrayal is oh so sour,
But we must use it to feed our lust for power.
Climb to the highest point on the social tower,
Stay there a life time and only work for an hour.

Cover their eyes and keep the cash flowing,
Don't tell the outsiders where it is going.
Spend it all without anyone knowing,
Make sure there is no evidence showing.

The poor are starving while the rich get fatter,
The wealthy stand on top while the peasants hold the ladder.
Empty promises while the economy get sadder,
A political debate turns to mindless chatter.

Parents teach us manners but they are so rude,
The children ran because they were abused,
The trees are clear of birds that once coed,
Nothing is left, it was all used.

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NOTE: It has been said the young shall inherit the earth. Our generation isn't leaving the next much, but hopefully Sara's will turn things around back to the way things used to be. According to those who knew a thing or two about mother earth... our native peoples.

"Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children."



When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.