Springflower

Photo: Maaijke Middelbeek

Gunpower

On top of this crazy world the heartless rule
They keep all the good ones for fool
Their power doesn't come from the soul
Even freedom is something they want to control
They shout down and couldn't care less
While all the wholehearted have to clean up their mess
They embrace three words: power, cash, fame
And when things go wrong the innocents get the blame
Their wold turns on oil, guns and money
Death and destruction are making it less and less sunny
I don't know what they feel
But I know our ground is more fortunate, loving and real

Poem: Maaijke Middelbeek