What Come of Us ...when the final bullet is fired as a mother lay dying at her children’s forgotten feet, no shed tears for parched soils. ...when the last emotion breathed forgone by the nuclear winds from a world too sick within the human mind too lost. ...when the starving child buries their tiny body in the history of corn swaying in lonely winds. ...when the apparition of love from the dirty teddy bear left in the crib where no baby cries for milk. ...when we have lost the humanity within ourselves to arise against the tyranny that will kill the little boy tomorrow. ...when the beggar finds forage from the last coin in his cup as money is worth more than the embrace of selfless hearts. ...when we have devastated this place enough and our selfish creed remains as un-counselled nations weep. ...when there is no antibiotic against the virus of denial to fight for something right in the archaism of ourselves. ...when there is no human eye to witness the sunrise or mind to dream a better way than this. ...when hospitality is replaced by selfish gun and dagger toward the needy as we did so much before. ...when come the time as we repent our loss of sentient compassion when we ask, just how much more? By VisionGhost © 2013
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 12:53:21 +0000
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