We who have been the only species endowed with the power of creation
Have turned our gifts and created destruction
We who can work with our hands to fulfil life’s dream and promise
Now consider work a drab, a curse, a burden and an injustice.
When before our creativity has mimicked the power of the animals
Like airplanes to fly like birds, submarines to swim like fishes
Telescopes to see like eagles,and cars to run like horses
Our creativity has turned to oppression, of bomb and wars in various places
In the end we will know that this nightmare will eventually end
there is hope and light and realization just waiting round the bend
And all life’s dream to come into utmost fruition
When we will all work with love in harmony with all creation
