The Choosen Unchosen
The leaves are falling The rivers are drying The past stands before us Past or Future to choose The ones Choosing is another The ones facing is another The ones affected have no right? Does their life not matter? Who gave the power to few, To choose for millions? Can't the power be taken back? Start from scratch? When the base is made? Why not build it up? Is it too late? The rivers are filling up…