Winds of Change

 

Winds of change are stirring restless souls

calling for a new way, a change of pace and heart.

White ancestors took, what wasn’t theirs to take

Proclaiming, it’s our way, or no way.

One of many claims they’d make.

 

Progress was their mantra

and it’s still the same today.

Build it bigger, higher, better, more.

Trawl the oceans, carve the land.

Pave the way with concrete, iron, blood and bone.

 

Lay to waste their traditional lands.

Burn their bridges, kill their seed.

Chain them to the production line.

Quell the fire, fill the coffers.

Feed their fear and control their minds.

 

White ancestors took, what wasn’t theirs to take.

Now winds of change are howling through the land.

Calling for a new way, a change of pace and heart.

A way of gentle action.

A way of loving care.

 

Rebuild the bridges.

Plant the seeds.

Stoke the fire and empty the coffers.

Dismantle the production line and

share with loving care.