On the city street, there lived a Guru
Homeless, cast aside, he ranted nightly
Stood on cardboard soapbox, delivered sermon
bellowed down to all the ants below
“Don’t you know they’ve got you locked in cages?
Golden chains still surely strangle souls.
Scurry all you want, fast going nowhere –
only path to peace is found within.”
People passed and looked on with suspicion
tuned in to their plastic cell phone lives
Once in awhile some were known to snicker
another spear pierced deeply in his side
Once upon a time, there was a Shaman
Dwelled deep in the woods, kept to himself
Long ago he had to throw his hands up
no more use in trying to heal the tribe
Built a little hut, took vow of silence
warmed by sacred fire, safe, tucked away
Lucid were the dreams which he would fly in
soar up in the sky, spy from afar
From the awful sights, he shook in horror
watching as his people killed the Earth
Poison in the lake, death on the mountain
playing fools out in the fields, fracking away
On the hill with the herd, there was a Shepherd
Dog at side, he kept the wolves at bay
Tasked by God, served as a protector
Staff in hand to drive the wicked out
One day there came a rumble as the sky roared
clouds drew close together, turned dark and gray
Ominous portents flashed with signs of lightning
soon enough the flood was flowing fast
Two by two, onto the raft, he boarded precious cargo
women and children first, and then the flock
Gathered heirloom seeds, safely stored them
anchors away, unto the breach, with faith in tow
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