Standing On My Head Poetry

When people stop killing each other?
When money are no longer in power?

When poor are not treated as crap?
When all guns and bombs are melted for scrap?

When one is prohibited to inflict pain,
Either in human or in animal domain?

When wealth is not a measure of success?
When politics is just a game of chess?

When laws are just and stand to reason?
When there is no crime and no prisons?

When people can smoke marijuana
And obtain their personal nirvana?

I will tell you truly, my dear friend
The time is coming to its cyclical end

I planted the seed, in itself divine
That will destroy the old paradigm

And if I happen to be right
The shift will happen around midnight

On winter solstice in two thousand twelve
The Earth will awaken and free itself

It will separate the right from wrong
And the meek will inherit the Earth's throne.

(Jan.2009)