no such thing as a poor country

no such thing as a poor country
all overflowing rich with bounty
only humans make them poor

a manufactured poverty
deliberately so
imprisoned from their birth
born free, they make a hell hole
of this rich abundant earth

polluted minds extend to their surround
corrupting all and everything around

no fruit or flower, herb or healing spice
can sway, convince or make them realise
that they were born to live in paradise

One and I

Oh I am the freshness of your very eyes
all the names sail by like seabirds
not for the fainthearted,
one and I

all the wolves, their friends sent radiant
yet radiation underlies
their every motive so
oh I am the freshness of the iris in your eye
cast up from the heart of the earth
and diamond like in intent in a sense
a sparkle
jewel encrusted epitome of innocence

and all of the names sail by like seabirds
not for the fainthearted
one and I