New World

alien landscape with man on the beach

The time has come –
Once a whisper, now a battle cry
A wail in the deep soul of man;
The time for change,
A shift from fear to love,
To the lifeblood which fuels not one
But all

No longer can fear sustain
Or right the ways
Perpetrated for centuries and lifetimes,
Pain carried like a cross
Beating down on each next generation;
These days have past
And love has reared its pink-hued head,
A tipping point on the brink
And the tides are turning

Chaos embroiled with daily living
The disorder of change in our eyes
The sand in the glass raining down
On those who will not transcend
Swallowed whole, yet not before
Taking down with them incidental passers-by,
Their stillness an easy target,
Those who stake a flag may fall as well
Yet their sacrifice paves the way
For me and you

Where do you fall?
Where do you land?
In this new world,
Where do you stand?
In this new world order,
Everyone must make a choice
Complacency can no longer rule the day
Nor fear obstruct our way

©SpiritLed 2016