Eyes reveal the inner soul

Of humanity disappearing down a hole

 

As lost minds stagger in disbelief

Reach out for help , some small relief

 

Clouded by the fog rolled in

Shutting out the noise and din

 

Clutching hands of fragile infants

That follow , trusting, of their charge

 

Their steps that lead them to their future

The wind is cold the ground is hard.

 

Bewildered, trusting, of their mothers

To lead them to the arms of brothers

 

No comprehension of date or time

But just to stand in endless lines

 

Gone the laughter of nursery days

The smell of grass, with toys to play

 

Replaced instead by smell of war

No child should see the blood and gore.

 

But this is not the first or last

It’s the future and the past

 

As stretched ahead is sick mankind

Obviously deaf, dumb, and blind.

 

11/03/2022 12:30-12:42