Pointing your finger,
Placing blame where it belongs!
Looking in mirrors.
Pointing your finger,
Placing blame where it belongs!
Looking in mirrors.
American life,
Where even poor seem rich, free,…
But not for dreamers!
Walls pivoting sideways,
Become gates opening to new views.
Open gates of understanding!!
Out of the depths,
of anger, angst, despair, loss –
springs forth renewal.
When I read Basho,
Thoughts of order and beauty,
Not just bashed out.
Mourn the ways of man!
That we produce not beauty and art,
but only words and war.