The War Cry.

 

Floating beautifully through the stars, this celestial body of ours.

What is life, but what we make it. Some enjoy this time, but I find most is wasted.

We have the technology to put an end to hunger, house the homeless who need saving from loneliness.

Educate the uneducated about the natural world, instead we waste time by filling our children’s mind’s with the importance of tax returns, and parking finds. Stock increase and Botox fees.

It seems that someone always want to put a stop to peace.

We bicker and fight over land and soil, money and wealth like it’s more important than health. And I don’t just mean physically, but spiritually too. Let us become enlightened and disband any religious view.

So I say we are all one species, and I truly believe that if we all came together there is nothing we couldn’t achieve.

We could transcend to a level so pure and great, so empty of hate that we could write our own fate.

As one body we could colonise others worlds, we could stretch out our hands grasping for the horizon. We could have the power to secure our species survival. We could last the ages, if only we could see. That this bright future, so amazing, is possibly not meant to be. As we are not the loving creatures that we all pretend to be.

Are we one species? Or are each of us alone? I know it in my bones that we can all share this home.

This celestial body of ours, floating beautifully through the stars.