|Hope In A Childs Eye
By Carolbox on 01/02/2016
Whispers in the night calling for the fight,
Freedom is what they say.
Blessed freedom will come our way,
That is what they pray.
Too many wars and too many battles,
No with true just cause.
Like a kitten with viscous claws.
Innocents dieing on either side,
Tell me where this is right.
What right do we have as mortal men to carry the weight of the world within?
To create hate were we should love?
To believe in no God of any kind above,
To lose ourselves within this hate.
True sorrow is what should fill our plates,
We are all humans with the same ended fate.
It matters not what we believe in,
Nor how we look within our skin;
We all long for the same freedom.
A world without war,
Now that would be something to see,
Somewhat of a dream to me.
I do no clam to understand it all,
But I know in time with war we will be our own down fall.
Brothers killing brothers all because of differences in faith,
Honestly tell me what kind of sense does this make?
Are we has humans still so closed minded and blind,
To what end this type of thinking can bring.
To end the world with love or with hate,
Those the choices we have to make.
To end with hate we will destroy ourselves,
To end with love we create a new world with no sorrow on our plates.
No man nor woman can carry the weight of the world in just one hand,
It is time to slowly open our eyes before someday we all die.
To remember this world through perhaps in a child's eyes,
Those so innocent if we look hard enough we can understand why.
Love, hope, and peace for the world is hidden,
Hidden within a child's eyes.
? By Carolbox On 1/2/2016 4:23:51 PM