Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (186)

 

                                                                      Decline

Behold, Nations on a steady decline

Rebellion, war, hunger, murder, crime.

Stumbling towards the downward road

The poor always bear the heavier load.

How long will it take until People see?

Only love and compassion will set them free

Commandments are given for men to keep

For only then will earth nations reap

The happiness promised by father above

Of freedom, contentment, joy and love.

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (185)

 

                                                                   In disarray

Turn on the News

Watch our youth

 Around the world in disarray

Never much reasons to think beyond self

All they needed and wanted

Always there on the shelf

Never known a reason to give

Never a reason for which to live

They shout, complain we hear them say

We don’t want these rules

That take our choices,

 Our freedom away

Where have we failed them, 

Where did things go wrong

Where the joy of being young?

 Their spirits cry’s out “We need a reason to live”

Reasons to fight for, reasons to give

To feel wanted, needed, to do a good deed

So, they join the milling crowds in the street.

Our voice must be heart, we will not be defeated

Even thou we know at times we are greeted

By angry Police, see, in black they are dressed

To calm the crowds, to settle unrest

Our numbers grow larger with each passing day

Politicians please hear to what we say

We are fighting for justice for people oppressed

For all underdogs from the east to the west

Equality for all men they cry,

It is time for injustice to pass us by.

See: They have found a reason,

A place where to meet

With their friends and neighbours

Around the world in many a street.

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (184)

 

                                                                   I have Looked

I have looked at this world

From within, from without,

The longer I look, the lesser the doubt,

That all of her beauty is like unto a shroud,

To hide the true purpose of life.

We hurry, we toil three score years and more,

To build up this sphere made of clay.

Where power and greed, unceasing strife

Are the forces which bar,

The narrow road to eternal life.

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (183)

  

Authority and faith are needed

To enter the Kingdom of heaven.

Authority the key, faith the door.

 

All our childlike fears, of carrying life’s load,

Gods angels come turn them around

And find the better road.