When?
a poem...
When did we go wrong? Where did we miss our turning? When did we turn the mirror to the wall And start to believe our shadow is our face? Where did we begin to divide the Land Into your land and my land And forget we are the Land’s? When did our People become My people or your people? To what dark Beast did we sell our souls To earn the coin that buys our death?
Walk in hope-
-henry
When did we turn our ear from the poet to the marketer? Thank you, Henry!
A excellent poem Henry and I love that photo...Sadly, I think the willingness has always been there...but the catalyst that has set our world on fire has only recently made it's appearance. The technology of supercharged deception combined with greed which has always been there. My humble opinion of course...