The world will turn it rotation in time,
When all will seem confused to mans mind,
No benefit shall you gain from a call on your phone,
Or to look at your clock that you have at your home,
Nothing will seem to be in its place,
You will stumble around so lost in your space,
You journey down town and lunatics surround you,
You run for your life, this chaos astounds you,
You’ve wrapped yourself up in life’s evil game,
You don’t know how to untie from your fame,
To try to exist in the life that you’ve caused,
Means hunger and disease to pay for your flaws,
But you remember a time, an eternity ago,
Your grandfather caught fish from the streams that flow,
He toiled the fields and took care of his herds,
He gathered wild foods and he hunted for birds,
His knowledge is gone I’ve wasted his time,
I never believed life would get out of line,
We turned his fields under the asphalt and sky rise,
As I recall his lifestyle it brings tears to my eyes,
Is this the price of ignorance and greed?
Some people have knowledge of Indian creed,
But to find them and ask them to show me their ways,
Is only a dream for I have died on this day!

Written 1992
By Rocky Theberge