posted on Sep, 14 2007 @ 01:27 PM
Damn you once, damn us all,
We never heard the screams, . .the call,
Too busy being ourselves, weren't we?
Eden's gone, . . .is knowledge our blessing?
Doesn't it evoke such second guessing?
Too busy to care, weren't we?
The cries to end the wars, the hate,
Unheard, unknown, until too late, . . . . . .echo now with our sealed fate.