Clouds over my country,
Clouds over my country,
With endless shapes and forms,
Clouds that have no boundary
And which predict a storm!
The clouds are bypassing,
Casting gloomy odds
Over people fumbling
Among their own Gods!
I see panic coming,
My country torn in fierce.
Rebellious molesting
The now prevailing peace.
Unleashed by growing power,
Clouds have conquered the sky.
My people count each hour,
The storm may strike or die.
People ignored blindness,
Makes country rebel,
Pushing themselves helpless
Down the way, to hell.
The clouds have witnessed wars,
No wind can clean the dirt.
People are left with scars,
Tears of shame, and hurt.
Future is in people’s hands:
The clouds and winds can tell;
The sun warms all the lands,
And our nation’s, as well.
The kind of love we need,
And which applies to you,
Is caring much indeed,
For what the others do.
ESP-On Betterment of Mankind
Editing: Ileana Matac Arco
Hollywood, California
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©by Ray Arco 5/15/2011 |
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