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wolfpair      dark clouds are gathering       wolfpair

dark clouds are gathering, a storm brewing over the land.
as the people start gathering. fires are lit everywhere,
prayers rising on the smoke curling up towards the sky.
defeat has come once again, one of many as in the past,
saddening the hearts and spirits of those who thought
a good change was coming. but the blindness continues
while the innocent stay in jail and others await
an uncertain future, wondering what will happen to them.

dark clouds are gathering, a storm brewing over the land
as those with no respect for Mother Earth continue their work,
ripping at her, tearing at her, as she writhes in despair.
they know not what they do yet still they continue.
care is not for what is done but only the end result.
it looks like more will continue, destroying the lives of others,
but these people don't care. they are in it for themselves alone.
with sadness those affected and their supporters watch.

dark clouds are gathering, a storm brewing over the land
as things are written which are no more than smoke screens,
assuaging the fears of outsiders, thinking an end has come,
that the need for support is no longer. but this is not true;
they must read between the lines, see the words for what they are,
they must be wary of those who speak with forked tongues,
many snakes out there, wearing many different suits
but all after the same common goal — the coal — at whatever the cost.

dark clouds are gathering, a storm brewing over the land,
which will always be here until all the injustice is gone,
until our Earth Mother is respected and not torn apart,
until the lives of those on the lands much coveted
by those powerful demons, ones who lie and cheat,
who do whatever possible to get what they want,
no matter what the cost, can return to another time,
one of balance, one of peace, one of harmony.

dark clouds are gathering, a storm brewing over the land,
many patiently watching, planning their actions to quell
these monsters till they can hurt no more. they are there
to support the People, always. yes, many watch,
waiting in the recesses, with no fear of those others,
knowing a time will come when they can be stopped,
when they will disappear, those who can not sleep at night,
guilt ridden consciences allowing no peaceful repose.

dark clouds are gathering, a storm brewing over the land,
as the fires continue to burn and the smoke to rise,
prayers sent in the four directions, hoping to be answered;
people are still gathering, sending many prayers for an end,
an end to all the injustice everywhere.
an end so our Earth Mother is allowed time to heal,
so that those who respect and love her can live as before.
will the monsters continue to spend sleepless nights in guilt?

dark clouds are gathering, a storm brewing over the land,
as the guilty ones continue their abuses, keeping those they fear
in jail, and making lives difficult for others who refuse removal.
things can not continue as they have been; a powder keg
is waiting to burst. there can be NO MORE abuse or injustice.
no more can the councils set up by the ira continue.
it is time for a change for the people, to return to a simpler time,
where everyone and everything are respected, one of balance.

dark clouds are gathering, a storm brewing over the land,
one which will continue until the People can live the lives
once lived by their ancestors, lives that will leave something special
for the seventh generation, a healthy Earth Mother
on which all who live are respected. the land will become
as it was before, a place for reverence, beauty, in balance and harmony,
until this time comes, destruction no longer continues, and the sacred nature
of the land is respected, the clouds will continue to gather.




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