The Price we Pay

we boast of a cradle of life
the genesis of which we have put a price on
we prize not the vanishing green
and take lightly the price we paid for it

were we not as one,
as we reclaimed that which had been snatched from us,
the legacy that our forefathers left us,
and charged us to nurture?

yet now we rise against each other
plunder the irreplaceable from nature
use what is left as weapons
to further greed for power

soon the ground shall burn
uncovered, unrained
stained with sweat and blood
despair and regret

do we not all sweat salt and bleed red?
do we not all love and mourn for our loss?
do we not all hunger and thirst?
what then is our distinction?

let then our dream be fulfilled
let harmony reign
let us heal our land and lands
and never forget we are all children of the Most High.