In this world of present chaos
nothing is certain anymore
…not even tomorrow.
We move in forward motion
to war, war, war.
Our vision is unclear
because there are no sane answers
to all the ‘whys’
Women and children run for their lives
on both sides of the great divide
while young men learn only to
hate and if that hatred isn’t strong enough
toughen up and learn some more.
It seems there are no peaceful means
to end this conflict which has raged
for nearly two millennia
deep love of fellow man
will never give me leave
to let go nor stop believing
the perfect hope.
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Moslems and Christians and Jews raising their hands to the sky their chanting voice in unison begin to arrive how happy is the one
whose heart’s ear hears that special voice as it begins to arrive.
*The poem is grim because my heart is weeping for the insanity of it all. There is nothing about this that is right. I Googled images of Gazza and the images of children are just ….slaughter.
I don’t care what anyone’s faith is…no God of mine would ever wish to see all this crap no matter what faith we believe in.
Sometimes hard to believe we are all the same species.
Still, I have hope and have to believe one day we will see sense.
They are talking of a ceasefire….Hope springs eternal.