Of A Child

Such a gift a child

is born in this life

but all is not well

here there’s strife.

A child’s eyes see

all things so new;

they subdue hate

which lips do spew.

Rigid torn streets

lit under their feet

blaze a fiery heat,

disrupt their sleep.

Dark encompasses

does rigid cold stone

as universes collide

spite destroys homes.

Is it not enough that

the world is at odds?

Must our abodes fill

with an anger’s rod?

Surrounded bound,

innocence in peril.

A child does quelch

power of the devil.

Creation does damn,

it deserved we weep.

For humanity so cold

callases our own feet.

Life is dark but a child

births precious sound,

so though cold eternal,

warmth can be found.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. PurpleStar says:

    Another profound, inspiring and beautiful one.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I appreciate that! 😊

      Liked by 1 person

  2. kristianw84 says:

    Wow!! Very profound & deep. Sad but true.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you dear Ma’am. 😊

      Like

      1. kristianw84 says:

        You’re welcome dear sir. 😁

        Liked by 1 person

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