(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Messages Sent

They are not learning...
Mother Nature.
As they watch,
Their treasures burn.
From hilltops and valleys...
Messages sent.
Ignored they went.
Now a scorn upon them,
Has been justifiably earned.

They are not learning...
Mother Nature.
As sacred waters dry their cups.
Too long they have observed,
The suffering of others...
Now they cry in sorrow.
Giving up!
Finding themselves
In the same dreadful rut!

When for us,
Will this be enough?

They are not learning...
Mother nature!
No words spoken to convince
Have they heard.
With beliefs of squandered resources...
Will bestow upon them as your favorite choice.
To sing with wings and chirp like birds.
Rising consciousness as never before...
As humanity drifts towards new horizons.
Breaking down oppositions,
And expanding on new mental shores.

This comes for us...
And will not be ignored!

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Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will be realize that WE CAN'T EAT MONEY This Cree Indian prophecy warned us years ago. Messages is an urgent, important poem for our time. Thanks for helping raise the collective conscience. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx