Rough

Oceans crackling the sand,
fire burning man.
Lightning striking the earth,
a woman with birth.
Wars that never end,
Days that never been.
Pain in yourself,
but in nobody else.
The cries I feel my fright.
Pollution rises every day, with mile
of smoke returning continuously.
Seeing people suffering and crying.
Dreams that are built up in your sleep,
never coming out of you.
Earth crushing over you,
babies in mothers birth.
Water that spoil, the need for oil.
Hell taking over man, as the wind
flows in a can.
Spirits that never leave, people who never believe.
Crushing moon that falls into the earth.
Years that seem like days, changing your love ways.
A family that saw a bird fly, but when the family awakens
the bird will die.
The earth crushing itself, man killing every body else.

By: Theodore Arthur Pinnock
May 28, 1975