WHY

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WHY

Why cries my inner self,
Why
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

B o r d e r s

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Borders                                            

When does a river become a sea
the sweet water turn salty,
does it just flow and mingle?
Mingle in harmony,

How does a mountain become,
yours or mine, his or hers,
is it not always just its mighty self?
Part of the Earth, the wind, the Universe.

So tell me, how can we put borders
on mountains, in rivers and the sea,
How can we draw lines on the ocean,
on mighty mountains lay claim?

How can we, with impudence
Claim the Whole for ourselves

© miriam ivarson

Tor Heyerdahl quote