Flares erupt
From a distant
Neighborhood
In the galaxy
In the universe
Of stars and planets
We see the burst of a powerful flare
In the telescopes on the ground
Flares erupt
From a distant
Neighborhood
In the galaxy
In the universe
Of stars and planets
We see the burst of a powerful flare
In the telescopes on the ground
How to stop
The making of guns
We have to stop the funding
From which the fountain
Runs
Banks can say no
Not just protests
But asking the right questions
The right people
Can cut off the making
Of weapons that kill
Scot-Free
Letting go of troubles
Eternally
How can one man live
In expensive cars
And neighborhoods
While others are punished
And pay time
Some run scot-free
While others due time
We are growing up
In a world
That revolves
Humanity evolves
We evolve
I evolve
Let us not dissolve our evolution
For a cheap taste
Of bad times
The rush
The slurry
Flurry
Of moving pieces
Roaring engines
As one takes
Off
Lands
Slams
Into the ground
As we all fall
If we fear each other
Than we do not grow
Fond of our differences
It is in the uncertainty
Of fondness that we are vulnerable
We let go
We listen
We grow
Let us not fear
Speak
Listen and
Learn
Dirty hand
Never quite know
That in the depths washed
You can not quite get all of the
Dirt
If dirt is on the hands of man
Whose hands toil in the dirt
No notice is paid
But on the hands of a banker
On the hands of a tycoon
We wonder
Where does this dirt come from
The dirty hands
That can’t be washed clean
Made whole
Only to be broken
Held on to
Until no words were spoken
We are made for infinte
But struggle with moments
Like these
Can holding on
Be letting go
Holding up
Waiting to see where
I can go
We can learn to hold
On
To let
Go
Begin again
Again again
It all starts over
When you start again
But when you pick up
And return to form
You learn what you lost
And regain what you knew
So that in due time
You can see how you
Grew