In the After

In the after, there is no guarantee that there would be no pain and only laughter.
Children laughing and trees swaying that’s the life that we are all after.

I look at the world today with doubt and sorrow, an upcoming disaster.
War and greed, is this what the people really need?

Pain and suffering goes hand in hand. So why are you letting go of my hand?
Is this how the future will surely stand?
Second hand smoke killers and castle made out of sands.

I am a king without a crown and all I have is this frown.
The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting absurdly poorer.

What must we do to encourage? When we know for a fact that these
So called hypocrites are corrupted and have no courage?

Will a child always have a shelter and a playground that he or she seeks?
Or is the corrupt going to triumph again and leave us all meek?

For once let us rise and make a stand, before the flood and war bury us all in sand.
Plant a tree, read a book, teach a child which way to look.
Only forward and learn from the sins of the past.
Take care of Mother Nature and don’t let her pass.
Let education be the foundation and the building blocks.
So that in the after we all have something to look forward too,
instead of a pile of rubble and a bunch of rocks.

(Dedicated to Tina, my big sister. Who I adore now, and even in the after)
I share your vision. :)