The mighty Earth revolves;
it fluently evolves...
It feels not the explosions,
but resolves ghastly erosions
being brought about by men,
and lightens day, again...
And when it turns to face the night,
the Earth, I trust with all it's might
to make our precious day return;
to let light in, but never burn,
to bring the dark, but never freeze,
to journey smooth; not tip the seas,
to show us beauty, let us see,
to simply live and let us be...
I gave the mighty Earth my trust;
my trust I'll never give to Bush.
But, for my wilful words of worth,
to take my trust, he'll take the Earth...
The mighty moon appears;
and gradually, it nears...
It shines upon the stricken,
and the tears of soldiers glisten,
as it soars across the night;
Dissolving into light...
And when it journeys back to sight,
the moon, I trust with all it's might
to grace us with it's silver flare;
to circle close, to soar with care,
to dodge the path where sunlight flows,
to raise romance, to tint the rose,
to give us hope, to pull the tides,
to light the place where beauty hides...
I gave the mighty moon my trust;
my trust I'll never give to Bush.
And since I'll never trust this loon,
to take my trust, he'll take the moon...
The mighty heart pulsates,
through ever-changing states:
It yields not to the madness,
but creates a home for sadness,
and it beats on evermore...
Through all the pain of war.
And when it nears its greatest plight,
my heart I trust with all it's might,
to carry on with strength and will;
to not give in, to not take ill,
to welcome love, accept it true,
to fear not death; to red the blue,
to uphold peace, and love in all,
to give to others: aid their call,
to be as one with Earth, and then,
accept as equals... all Her men...
I gave the mighty heart my trust,
my trust I'll never give to Bush.
He'll take the Earth and Moon to start,
But NEVER shall he take my heart...
© David J Martin (2008)
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