I look around me and I find the things I’ve seen have made me blind.
I can no longer look and see the beauty that once surrounded me.
I see the world with eyes anew, the greed and hate, intolerance too, have taken over to leave behind a landscape bare of all that’s kind.
Once we shared and shared alike. Our homes and hearts were open too.
What we had was there for all.” What’s mine is yours” was all the tone.
Now “What’s yours is mine, what’s mine’s my own”
I dream that things will change again, that new will not be the end.
That we will save the things we have. Not cast aside as fashioned slave.
The desire, greed and envy trend will fade as we make do and mend.
Our world would avoid the change in nature as men’s natures grew.
In taking less and giving more, we feed the hungry, help the poor.
A wealth that we have never known is there for all, no man alone.
No lottery, no selfish gain. A richness we had lost is found.
Life’s joy and happiness laughter sound.
This post was submitted by Diana Fredriksson.