Atlantis remembered

On the shores of ancient places,
empty beaches with no faces.
Shrubland sparse, and lizards few.
A great culture you once knew.

These people drowned within a flood
That took their civilisation’s blood.
A prophecy that’s very plain.
The same thing’s happening here again.

You cannot plunder your resources,
Turn your back on spiritual sources.
And as a world seek to survive
Or, leave your plundered Earth alive.

The solution here is deep inside
Past those ramparts, built on pride.
To that golden thread of heart
That reminds you you’re a part.

Both of the problem, that is plain.
For your consumption is to blame.
But also of the wake up call
That spirit’s making to us all.

Listen deep, and listen well.
They have their story they must tell.
Of how the past predicts the future,
Unless you break that mindless suture.

People die from collective greed,
Some consume more than they need.
There is enough to go around.
But a balance must be found.

You may feel small, no difference make,
But connect to soul, that’s all it takes.
That vast network spans the skies.
A simple act, saving many lives.

For respect is earned and given,
False starts, mistakes, are long forgiven.
Together you’re a force indeed
Combined your mission, will succeed.