Michael Kroth is an Associate Professor in the Adult, Organizational Learning and Leadership Program at the University of Idaho – Boise. He has written or co-authored five books including Transforming Work: The Five Keys to Achieving Trust, Commitment, and Passion in the Workplace (2001); The Manager as Motivator (2006); Career Development Basics (2009); and Managing the Mobile Workforce: Leading, Building, and Sustaining Virtual Teams (2010). Stories of Transformative Learning is his latest book. His latest project is Profound Living with Michael Kroth (www.profoundliving.live), an online site with essays, photos, and poetry dedicated to contemplating what it means to live a profound life.
What Does It Take To Sell Your Soul?
Everyone is focused on the children The innocents The helpless The ones who don’t understand, can’t. Who can’t imagine why they are living In hell. The ones who are just kids who want to play outside. That is the right priority. But I wonder about the process of selling your soul So you can be part of something So you can make money. So that you can feel important feel safe, feel superior, feel NIMBY, feel this land is my land this land is not your land So, what is the process of selling your soul? That's the right question. What does it take to kiss Jesus on the cheek And to betray everything he stood for, Lived for, died for. For thirty pieces of silver And a seat at the table.
I Left The Gate Open
I left the gate open Grandpa, The cows are out and everywhere. I can’t stop crying Grandpa, I let you down. I dropped out of school Dad, Can I come live with you a while? I can’t stop crying Dad, I let you down. I lost my job today sweetheart, The kids’ll have to know, I can’t stop crying sweetie, I let you down. We watched McCarthy ruin your life my friend, A nation’s reign of fear. I can’t stop crying oh my friend, Our nation let you down. I heard the mob chant send her back did you? And still you protest not. I can’t stop crying my dear God Your children let you down. We left the gate open Grandpa, Our values been dispersed. I can’t stop crying Grandpa, I let you down. Who'll stand against this meanness Lord, Against those hate-filled ways I can’t stop crying through these tears We will not let you down.
And The Mountains Will Be Barren (Lyrics)
And the mountains will be barren, the seas an oily mass, deer and bees forgotten, humans soon to pass. Drinking putrid water, breathing noxious gas. You say you’re not a scientist, well brother nor am I, God gave us prophets on this earth, who study all the sign, They say our climate’s warming, the time is short they sigh. You say you’re not a scientist, then hear their frightening cry. (Spoken) I could understand Senator if you weren’t informed, educated, truly didn’t understand the impact of global warming and how people, humans, are causing it or at least making it worse. It’s the death knell of the earth as we know it, man – if you just didn’t get it Congressman, if you had real questions in your mind, if you were concerned enough to at least investigate on your own I’d be sympathetic – but you know exactly what you are doing I’m sure, and you are laying up the treasures of today for an eternity in hell. You had a chance Mr. CEO but had no courage, no character. You’re just petty politicians preying on people hungry for simple answers, for ‘now’ solutions. You’re just greedy corporations lookin’ at the next quarterly report. You’re just selling out for the next election…. You’re just selling snake oil for customer selection. The ages will remember you as traitors to our land, They’ll burn you each in effigy, they’ll spit upon your grave, For all destruction soon to come, now artfully denied. No matter bud, you’ll miss the boat. Too late. Not saved. Buh bye. And they will march, march, march, yes they will march upon your graves, You traitors to the earth, With crazy cries of hopelessness, our anger burning bright, Unleashed too late to matter, Won’t cover up the blight. The hope of all our peoples scattered, The faith of all our peoples shattered, The loss of all that really matters, The innocence of love bespattered. Beloved early morning rain, blue skies too soon replaced By barrenness and noxious fumes….our garden spot defaced. To hell with your economy, next year’s price for gas, It won’t matter, won’t matter, what ideology, government, what party takes the White House, what country rules the earth, When all our vegetation’s gone, all food is chemical, when clawing, crawling takes the place of heav’n-on-earth, The vengeance and the wrath of God betrayed Will rain upon this land, Divine forgiveness dearth. And they will march, march, march, yes they’ll march upon our graves, We traitors to the earth, With crazy cries of hopelessness, their anger burning bright, Unleashed too late to matter, Won’t cover up the blight.