This crazed planet
murders the simpler times
the good guys
Perhaps they never were
but I remember
and I weep
The dead are sacrificed
The evil celebrate
Blood boils as it spills
Tears etch faces
Horror blinds
What were once hopeful hearts
lose their way
stop beating
Revenge seems sweet
It is nothing
Death is empty
Take this broom
Sweep clean the hatred
A child is born
cries for a safe world
Death’s scythe has murdered again
Tonight we mourn
and wait for/hide from
tomorrow
Dd. Spungin
No. Woodmere, NY, USA
Donated to American Jewish World Service
No comments:
Post a Comment