RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE
Out of the Madness
Out of the darkness ceaselessly soothing
Out of the madness calm as the waves
Out of the sadness endlessly moving
Out of the storm clouds end of the day
We are as normal men and women
Unfit to lead this wayward sphere
We march like lemmings to the sea
Never suspecting the end draws near
Out of the garden into the mire
Out of the wasteland into the maze
Out of the sunshine into the fire
Out of the jungle into the haze
We have the sense to end this mourning
We have the dream to show us the way
We have the means to heed the warnings
Will we have the will to turn night into day?
Out of the shadows dark as the night
Out of the prisons we keep in our heads
Out of the secrets beyond our sight
Out of the fears we take to our beds
(Re: Whitman’s Out of the Cradle…)
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