Tomorrow belongs to me

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Shout it out or whisper secretly in my ear

Tell me all the things I never want to hear:

Tell me how Sharia law liberates the woman:

Tell me how nationalism is patriotism writ large;

Tell me how we need to empty out the prison bars.

And I’ll tell you our lives are way too crammed with things

How we need to let go, to hear the song thrush sing.

If we allow irresponsible machines to dominate our lives

We’ll see the nihilistic culture of street-knives thrive.

Will the scramble for money mean only the rich survive?

No! the Muslim poet Rumi wrote Oh! so many years ago

If you want money more than anything, your soul is already sold.

The clever and the strident Oh! How much they’d change the world

While the wise ones change themselves as the future is unfurled.

 

 

 

◄ For Sylvia

The beautiful Cathars of Languedoc ►

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