By juan d'fule
Date: 2005 Jan 06
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Wide Eyed Hope Of Children

In this world of hate,
Nature is the shape of beauty:
Whether sun or clouds
It is an infinite delight,
Yet listen to the silence...
Which belies its latent power:
The strength of it
We wall and batten in
We believed in our control,
Our right to rein this world-
Yet, in one tumultuous moment
It has changed the way we think,
For all its worth sweet nature
Knows nothing of right or wrong:
The grandeur of its explicit doom
Ignorant as despondency and hope,
Leaving lone bleak wastes,
Like a dowry from an unhappy bride:
Many pass into nothingness,
Some long forgotten pledge,
Nature's womb set aside now
For this worlds early, mighty, dead:
We add the collateral damage
To the count of human cost,
Yet while Europe was at standstill,
Silent prayers for the tide,
Displaced innocents, the children,
Hide from evil men, predators,
And car bombs steal lives,
Where selfish cruelty does not cry,
While for the lost, ears prick up,
At the memory of a voice that says;
Mother, Father, son of man,
Desperate eyes scan images
Stuck like hope to a wall:
Future paths decided for the souls
That linger now, heavy with disbelief,
The water washed away the world
Once promised to small hands,
Yet the wide eyed hope of children
Still flickers in its wake.