seven stars of fading saints

thinking outside the box

We come to you, 

Father sky. 

For better days,

for mother earth is doom,

and hard times,  our tears have paid.

Hope and faith, the spirit says,

that many blessing loom.

To defeat the mighty foe.

who set his foot on this land,

when they began to row.

we can not ignore,

nor forget,

or deplore.  

From east to the planes

A

gold rush, 

where the west went wild

it took

an earthquake

for

 Sodom and Gomorrah

to play it  clam

now the lady granite,

who has everything

Even

the gold of lost souls

that faded with their records 

but held at bay

with sincerity  

hoping they would 

all do the same.

but tit for tat

as history would say

its the victory's 

who  writes

any the mothers

of dead worriers

who tell a story, 

in the end.

we may be deferent

and even opposite

but if we live by same goals 

that make us equals.

Under 

Father sky   

and 

Mother earth.

 

Author's Note

thanks for reading,

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is screamingly original! I love it. Being a Californian, I detect many references to the history of our state, but also you kept the overall message one that applies generally to the country or to the world. I love seeing nature expressed in Native terms -- Father Sky & Mother Earth -- it makes these inanimate entities into real "people" who love & feel & grieve -- so how can we despoil them the way we do? Beautiful song of tortured love between humans & the deities of life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Mauricio Montoya]

thanks margie but i think it needs a little work a few typos but you did hit on the nail. thanks so much, mauricio

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Mauricio.
"we may be deferent
and even opposite
but if we live by same goals
that make us equals."
The above lines we shall learn. All of us will return to the dirt and poor Mother nature need some kindness now to heal. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Mauricio Montoya]

thanks my friend we all have a lot to learn from life.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend and you are welcome.