Untitled

As everyone gathers around I watch the flames and listen to the tales of the old ones in the circle that have Been Passed Down through time.  The way things used to be, Tales of when all things were plentiful.  The ones who walked the land, Hunted without waste and all were from the tribe.  All Being family wether your Blood lines were the same or not.

Peace, not hate and unnecessary Death and Bloodshed.

I look around seeing fear in the world we live in today.  Hate, Intimidation, actions against one another with no conscious, a generation of sociopaths.  That’s what we wake to each day.

 

Helen Rich

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s