Angol
A vision for the Ark
The Earth now groans beneath our strain
Her skies are choked, her seas in pain
A warming world, by three degrees
Could bring us crumbling to our knees.
The soil will burn, the water rise
With mass death under ashen skies
A fractured world, torn apart by strife
Disintegration of societies, and life.
But why this path of grim decay?
What leads us to this darkened way?
We cannot seem to unite, or stand
To heal this wounded, weary land.
Short -sighted greed, self- interest reign,
Deception blinds, we chase in vain
Megalomania clouds our view
Ignoring truths we always knew
Yet still, within a spark remains
To break these self-destructive chains
To rise above, to dare, to strive
To keep a part of us alive.
What must we do? What seeds to sow
To help a wiser future grow?
We save the willing, guide their Ark
Through chaos deep and waters dark.
Upgrade the heart, body and soul
Evolve beyond this broken whole
A Noah`s Ark for those who dare,
To dream, to heal, to deeply care.
This vision burns, a beacon bright,
A chance to steer from endless night.
If we can rise, begin a new,
This Ark may guide the chosen through.
