Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Sower by Bob Atkinson


 The Sower

(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

we know not what's held in the bag
when we toss our thoughts downwind
do the years treat our ideals gently
or do our doctrines violence begin

sincere when they first arrived
as open excitement because of clarity
carved to our needs for progress
against that which we find wanting

some will try to foster change
where change holds no good charter
gives only muddy vision of life
takes away what is sorely needed

we need that crystal translucence
 of purpose, thought and deed
which binds us to our brothers
in both blood and search for freedom

builds hope for future harmony
casting out our callous cousins
holding firm in our resolve
to make for social progress

some give lightning in a bottle
as snake oil to the public
grabbing from the population
a strong measure of their humanity

wild misunderstandings abound
with issues at the fore of greatness
cause us to leave at home our reason
losing touch with why we're breathing

insure that backpack you carry
on your shoulders big and strong
contains all the good in you
not what hurts the ones you love

grains you grab with tight fist
have powers if you choose
to make yourself into a saint
or devil by your moods

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