Enough

The prophets have gone wealthy.

The power of the word is

Sacrificed to greed and gain

And power of the sword.

Caught in the instinct of the herd,

The shepherd of the sheep,

Drunk with the blood of innocents,

Have all gone to sleep.

No one seems to notice

The well may soon run dry.

If we don’t share the water,

Then we all may die.

What’s wrong with this picture?

We all want more stuff.

Do you think we’ll ever learn

When enough’s  enough

Insatiable our appetites,

The crowds cry out for more;

And technocrats provide the feast—

The wages of a whore.

We have got to make a change—

Pray to God there’s time—

A whole new way of thinking,

A total paradigm.

We have got share the world—

For some, this will be tough—

Taking only what we need and

Learn enough’s enough.

Politics can’t do it;

And the church and state agree.

If there is hope for a change,

It up to you and me.

© 2012 Stan Sanford