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…