The weight of the metal cold and clunky placed in your hands you have no choice but to receive it. A soft breeze and light feather brushed up against your skin the sands of time passed into your fingertips. The future of the earth is placed into your hands your ancestors have guarded life asking you to pass on their gifts in return. The tinkering of the bell going around when will it be your turn? When will it call you to action, to the responsibility, to the possibilities? And how will you answer? Will you accept your duty to your brothers and sisters to nature, neighbors, and nobodies? | Will you face the unknown alone, or turn to one another and realize the common cause of humanity, this journey we call life. A politician's handshake and a diplomat's signature a lawyer's closing speech and a charity's slogan the abstract promises of development and sustainability then the media's photograph and the journalist's article. The appearance, the presentability, the superficial but where do I find the substance? How do I bring back abducted mothers and slain children how do I feed the hungry and shelter the homeless? The simple questions bring you to complex answers the simple answers derive from complex questions. How do I craft a new system, one made for all humanity? |