Why cries my inner self,
so much cruelty and hate.
We were given a paradise,
Now look, look what man has done.
Grief and confusion fill my heart
as I see the world with so much
anger, hate and greed.
Many centuries man have been killing each other
In the name of God, Allah and Greed.
War and murder in the most horrendous ways;
Enslavement created profits
How could morals and goodness be so suppressed.
Don’t get me wrong, there is much goodness as well,
Ripples turning to rivers.
Love being the currency and care for all.
In all this rebirth of Earth and its children
there are already countries that count
their Gross profit in happiness,
Happiness of people in the land.
© miriam ivarson