The dawn of man
saw the dusk of
I want what you have
forever more

A world-time of loss
propoganded as gain
nations reflecting
the desire of Cain
scything the harvest of fear
killing the gift of care

Solomons gift
was a crown
happiness all around
for high rank and low
he shared his wealth
a crown

A king
with the reins/reigns of peace
and the earth
with itching ears
But who will share their gifts
the crown of care
to wear

Dusk, fear, a crown to wear
or happines a crown to share?

Copyright 2008 by J.K.Phillips