The message blasted loudly,
Susan heard it clear
It turned out the worst was almost here.
A message from officials,
Over the six o'clock Sunday news
Of disastrous consequences coming true.
Usually shy and outspoken
She shall soon become
An angel of light for everyone
As denial becomes impossible
Bargaining becomes the norm
Heavy cries from mourning and the shattered glass of scorn.
Friends beset upon friends
Families are torn apart
Hoping for a miracle to open up their fragile tiring hearts
Susan spots a seagull,
Squawking for a petty bit of bread
Reaching slowly into her pocket she said…
How would thee like to see themselves
As if watching from above,
As if seen through the eyes of a white winged dove?
Do you want to look down and see bravery, kindness and love?
Or everything else you never wished to be
Frightened, nasty, pushed around and shoved?
For you might have nothing but now you have it still.
The only thing that matters right now is you.
You alone can shape the way you act, whether for a minute or an hour, or for the rest of time into the next
So the people stopped their sobbing
They contemplated what she’d said.
Realizing they would soon be dead
Choosing instead to live their last memories exactly as they wished
To live their lives cut short, beautifully.
For they chose to die like a poem
A glimpse of a world that never really was.
Without constant greed
Without frivolous panic
Just beautiful, balanced and true
For that is the power of your self image
How it ends, begins with you.
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The message blasted loudly,
Susan heard it clear
It turned out the worst was almost here.
A message from officials,
Over the six o'clock Sunday news
Of disastrous consequences coming true.
Usually shy and outspoken
She shall soon become
An angel of light for everyone
As denial becomes impossible
Bargaining becomes the norm
Heavy cries from mourning and the shattered glass of scorn.
Friends beset upon friends
Families are torn apart
Hoping for a miracle to open up their fragile tiring hearts
Susan spots a seagull,
Squawking for a petty bit of bread
Reaching slowly into her pocket she said…
How would thee like to see themselves
As if watching from above,
As if seen through the eyes of a white winged dove?
Do you want to look down and see bravery, kindness and love?
Or everything else you never wished to be
Frightened, nasty, pushed around and shoved?
For you might have nothing but now you have it still.
The only thing that matters right now is you.
You alone can shape the way you act, whether for a minute or an hour, or for the rest of time into the next
So the people stopped their sobbing
They contemplated what she’d said.
Realizing they would soon be dead
Choosing instead to live their last memories exactly as they wished
To live their lives cut short, beautifully.
For they chose to die like a poem
A glimpse of a world that never really was.
Without constant greed
Without frivolous panic
Just beautiful, balanced and true
For that is the power of your self image
How it ends, begins with you.