Love for our children - strength and peace so rare - a poem. |
A triumph for the ages, Giving them great care. Knowing we’re all sages; Humble and so rare… Victims of a world Challenging their thought. Speechless, as they twirled - Souls were nicely caught. Cameras have them launch… Hypocrites who sponge - Those theories very staunch, Vapors to our grunge. Highlighting the criticisms Of the modern era. Fully wrapped up, many schisms Of the bold Sierra. Let us seize these hammers, Rifle through our notes - Every youth who stammers Has these antidotes… Hopefully the architects Of these new-found ditches Are the lot who bails, detects The end market that stitches. All those veiled enmities Make ideas splash, While those greatest victories Somehow earn them cash; And the Earth appreciates All the broken benefits Of a truth which denigrates How each person fits. Their unintended rhetoric And their dismal happenstance Calibrate a heretic, Loose, ignoble chance - They publicize to extricate That horrifying vacancy; But all they do is confound hate With unifying infancy… Infrastructure doesn’t crumble Amid a victim’s lung attacks - For each and every vicious stumble, Someone finally has our backs. Go forth with a cynicism, Be a lukewarm charity; There’s an ugly terrorism; Such a gruesome clarity. |