Reflection

We always forget that nothing will last

Only the stories of those who are fast

Memories for those who love to write

Putting on paper stories without a fight

That’s how we have earned

Moses, Buddha, Jesus, Mohamed.

But all their writings and their truth

Succeeded to divide us since youth

We forgot that we are all brothers

Because their books and their prayers

We’re fighting in the name of one or others

Forgetting that the entire planet is ours

We rely too much on the past scriptures

Forgetting that we should change the future

Our perception, the present and humanity

Maybe it’s too early or too late to form unity

Some friends tell me:”You’re sleeping, wake up”

I wonder who is awake and will thrive?

Those in deep sleep, it’s not our duty to shake-up

Or to know who on earth is already alive.