I often wonder,
When will men give up
Their avarice and petty
Ways? When will humanity
Forget wars, and their
Religious dogmas of hate, and
Terror?
Strident voices scream
Into my ears, surging
Over the craggy sensations
Roaming restlessly in my mind:
The cheerless messages
They create, march in a
Treacherous cadence that
Fractures the complacency
Of my perplexed soul:
I often wonder when will
The winds of terror cease,
The riotous tide of discontent
Stop undulating from shore to shore,
But mostly I wonder when will
Tiny, wide-eyed children
Cease to starve, and die?