Bombs & Dreams

I fear the death knell

Of a thousand hopes and dreams

Snuffed out at moment's notice.

Can we thrust the dagger and the spear,

And hope to live an aeon

Without blood and tears?

In bombs and bullets

We seek solutions

That never come.

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Love thrust out to darkness,

Weeps for want of light.

A beacon needed,

Rekindling what hope was lost

By greed of men, by

nations enslaving and enslaved.

That quiet words and gentle caresses

Become the enemy, seems

The nature of mankind.

August 2012

©Eleanor Clark