Dark Clouds Of Greed

I could only cry and nearly broke down, looking at images of what is happening in Standing Rock - it is Wounded Knee III - it is complete Insanity, injustice, immoral blindness. I am Appalled.

In the Face of this Darkness

A cloud created by this Greed

From this terrible Blindness

Will the Hearts ever be Freed

My Country has been Poisoned

By the Designs of so Few

Is there still a Horizon

Where we'll find the guidance of the True

In the Face of this Darkness

A cloud created by this Greed

From this terrible Blindness

Will the Hearts ever be Freed

On the Plains near the Waters

They come to tear our Hearts Out

Oh witness my Sons and my Daughters

What these dark signs are all About

In the Face of this Darkness

A cloud created by this Greed

From this terrible Blindness

Will the Hearts ever be Freed

They came to share their Hearts Open

Now crushed by Steal, Tasered, Shot and Sprayed 

That this will bring Unity is what I'm Hopin'

But Hearts could be crushed if it's Delayed

In the Face of this Darkness

A cloud created by this Greed

From this terrible Blindness

Will the Hearts ever be Freed

As I look upon this Evil

My Heart is weary Already

With Coldness these wild beings Kill

Something inside me say Steady, Steady

In the Face of this Darkness

A cloud created by this Greed

From this terrible Blindness

Will the Hearts ever be Freed

The Media will never bring the Story

That show so plainly what is Real

The Oil man is puffed up in all his Glory

Peoples Hearts grown cold and don't Feel

In the Face of this Darkness

A cloud created by this Greed

From this terrible Blindness

Will the Hearts ever be Freed

For one night I looked upon the Images

My Heart and Mind instantly Appalled

But for 500 years, through the Ages

Their people have been Walled

In the Face of this Darkness

My True Heart I must sill Heed

Still, within me and can find Kindness

And in this Soil I plant my Seed

From all this wrenching, from all this Toil

From all this emotion, disdain and Abuse

There is a Snake that begins to Uncoil

If we turn NOT now, there is no Excuse

Though it would be easy to Turn

And to state that I am Broken

My True Self I turn to, to Discern

If I do, my life is an Empty Token

War is raging on the Dakota Plain

Most go on without being Aware

It is a battle of Peace and Criminal Insane

And most look and turn without a Care

The Corporations rule our entire Planet

So many sell their power, for a few Crumbs

And try to be happy with the little they Get

While the rulers from towers create the Slums

This will affect the next seven Generations

And what will you say when asked what You Did

It will be forgotten by empty Explanations

Will it be you found another distraction you went and Hid

In the Face of this Darkness

A cloud created by this Greed

From this terrible Blindness

Will the Hearts ever be Freed

Reviews

[Monica Chen]

The title of this poem really caught my eye. It is really disheartening that some of the most serious stories of poverty, governmental abuse of power, etc. are never covered by the media, which is supposed to be the very medium in which the voices, stories, and complaints of the people are heard.

I really loved the repeated stanza as it emphasized the message throughout the poem and really expressed how greed does not only ruin the greedy individual but also other people...

[Healing Star]

Thank you so much for your insightful review - I get so few reviews - but i hope I'm makin' a difference - I just wanna feel like child again, and I gotta keep believin' that Love Will Find A Way.

We live in Corporatocracy - Money only matters, Corporate owns Media - Hollywood all film making except independent - all music except independent, the Elections - the only way to get to the Ballot is to support it, to bow to it, otherwise you don't get - world rulers don't Gamble - I can tell you know this, you get it, your awake - for God sake - don't go back to SLeep - we were asleep for so Long.

[Monica Chen]

Hmm that's an interesting term Corporatocracy -- I'm probably going to start using that if you don't mind and I believe that all writing makes a difference if it's published because once something is put on the internet, it stays and that permanence gives words we publish power :)

[Healing Star]

Oh that's not mine - everything has been said, each syllable, each word, it's what's there in that place they come from, that deepest Well, that place where I cast my Spell, it's where I draw From, and equally from my Darkness, and the Eternal Light. Almost anything I write, I write in the Energy of others - mostly unseen Beings, Energies that come to me. But many times, I will ask someone if they want to Co-Create and I write in their energy - mostly friends - people I know will be easy because their Frequency is easy for me to read. these first lines were in your Energy - - Do you want a poem in your Energy. I'll do one for you if you like. When I'm at a workshop or retreat or special Ceremony with others, in a little while I will write a poem and share those I was with. Blessings,
Oh what the Ancestors, who whispered my writing name to me, and told me to call my work. Healing Passages - and I added this ... Healing Passages : Whispers Of The Ancestors. One Day they whispered to Me this: Give it all Away, and see what Returns ... And after four years, it is a whole lot of Love, a whole lot of Synchronicity, people showing up, doors being opened, Gifts a wealth of Gifts, and an Understanding of who I really Am, the I, the I that know one can Give. Time is a Gift and I many times waste it, but I try to remember, I try to remember to LIVE. Peace, in this time of War - be a Peaceful Companion.