Let children’s eyes see this, and know the truth:
The world was once a paradise unmarked.
No power lines, or signs, or concrete walls,
Just verdancy to which the soul still harks.
Let urban eyes see this, and feel the pain
Of what the vanity of power has wrought,
As bleak within the prison of our streets,
The living get sold off, or maybe bought.
Let eyes see clear, and heart and tongue give voice:
We have the power, and we have the choice,
To live as were meant to live, or be
The servants of corrosive vanity.
But we can we change, and learn, if we just will,
The lessons of the hills and forests — still