The Children Cry

Oct 12, 2013

Autumn is gold and burning red,

The children cry for want of bread

This world it seems has gone askew

And wealth the province of the few.

Winter with his frozen hands

Snuffs the life-force from the lands,

The children cry, their mothers weep

And man lies troubled in his sleep.

Spring arrives in festive mood

The children cry for lack of food,

Greed and power-lust deny

The evolving spirit’s lonely cry.

Summer now, the heat intense,

War unabated numbs the sense

The children cry as cry they must

Till evil is trampled into dust.