Betrayed

The earth is an old woman

In travail, in throes of agony,

Birthing, not the shining god she dreamed--

Her rightful heritage--but a horror-child

Sired by lust and hate and greed.

The earth is an old woman, weeping

For she has been betrayed.

The Searchlight

To Fulfill a Dream

We who have heard the singing of the stars,

The symphony from lilting robin-throats,

The laughter of the hills devoid of scars,

Now hear the laugh of avarice that gloats.

The atavistic mirth that chills the soul

From mouths of grasping men with claws uncurled

To still the pulse of love--make earth unwhole,

Drowns out the Master's lyric in the world.

Yet as we listen to the ruthless tongues

We see ethereal candles brightly gleam,

And strive to climb the higher on the rungs

Reaching to Heaven to fulfill a dream.

We toil to heal the gaping greed-made scars--

We who have heard the singing of the stars.

New Pharoah

A new Pharaoh
Is ruling today.
He marks our sons for death
Through war. His heart is cruel
And his name is greed.

Scimitar and Song