A Sparrow's Thoughts... (Number Eight)

'steady rain, black dirt, birds singing, to the clouds. streets wet, cars passing, time turns inward, so do i...' a long slow Sunday afternoon. winter whispers, almost forgotten. spring turns the page, life begins again. we are faced with so many issues; poverty, joblessness, hunger, homelessness, wars fought for profit, the corruption of Wall Street and big business, the oil companies raping the earth.... people fighting over religions, over politics, over pieces of ground... forgetting, we dont own the earth, we belong to the earth. and anyone who believes in god, would have to know, that if god is a real god, he/she wouldnt love just one type of people... if you believe in god, god created all of this rich diversity for a reason! if we quit fighting the endless wars of the elite, we could take the money spent and feed the hungry, and house the homeless... if wages and goods were distributed in a fair manner, people could live! there should be no divide between rich and poor, only people, working and living, side by side. those who have excessively taken for profit need to be tried, and convicted. we absolutely have to find a way to replace our dependance on oil, and now! we need to go back to teaching respect, we must learn to accept people for who and what they are... we need to go back, and find our way! will end the same way i began, (we all do!) 'steady rain, black dirt, a sparrow leaves the nest behind. the simple faith of beating wings.... time turns inward, so do i! '