Poetic discord

In the latter years, Beyond the falling tears, With loss of sight, The blind old man will hold spite. For he is plunged  into a world of darkness, For his sun kissed eyes, Have been dumped, Dumped into murky waters of the Nile. For why should he smile, Now that he cannot walk alone a mile? When I can see light, Within these murky waters of the Nile. Oh I long to see the setting sun, My grandson, upon my lap, Tolerating me, An unbearable old sap. I long to see the golden visage, The orange yellow and red, The blending colors draw to light The setting sun

Does the lord not see despair, Does he overlook those under his care? We act and behave in a reckless manner, Not caring about ending up on the police scanner, My mind is blown, Not able to fathom, The race, I call my own. This is Gods Kingdom. His rule his domain, Why do I feel like all he wants to cause us is pain. Desperate times call for desperate action. Do what’s right I’d say,  But I don’t really expect any reaction. The worlds dead, deep in despair, It’s time to bloom, thrive and evolve. For what humans need is resolve. Resolve to improve, Resolve to solve. Resolve to recognize our mistakes. Resolve to correct it, whatever it takes. We have to rise , Before our planets demise. So my brethren I call for you, I call for your attention, I call for some corrective action. Be this the call to arms. Before we cause our planet any irreparable harm.