Timeless

Oh, gentle heart
I hear you sing
of life and tears
and precious things.
To live a life
Where most don't care
of hearts and hopes,
of dreams,
of birth.
How little is the future worth?
To hoard the hope of fellow man.
To rob the poor,
to rape the land
with grinding power
and untold wealth
we've twisted in
upon ourselves.

Perry O. Ross, October 2, 1981