Chapter Five
Smoke & Mirrors
There are no places I’m going to,
Rain washed away the light.
A ghost you cannot see,
And one, there is no need to fight.
One mind; one act collectively
Seeing suffering all around…
The decisions made by the few,
Politicians down to  the ground.

We look at all the wars today
The unrest and uncertainty.
Pushed by religion, power or personal wealth
And it is called democracy…
Hear the wind as she cries
When she observes of what we see…
Smoke rings within our minds
I cry for humanity.
Smoke rings of my mind
Memory of fate.
There are no places I’m going to...
Rain washed away the light.
A ghost you cannot see.
The sun is coming around.
Will it guide me back; or to my destiny?
Harmony is not abound.
When we look at the silvery moon
Of the space we call today.
Hear the wind as she cries…
When she observes of what we see.

We count our blessing for what we have
And yet there are those who have more…
Not by the toils of hardship of their work,
But from the toils of us all.
With all the wealth we have on Earth
And the minds of man we see…
The selfish acts from those that have
Are destroying humanity.

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Author: Nigel G Wilcox  15.03.14