Humanity’s Curse
By Samuel E. Stone

Morning sun radiating upon the frosty ground,
glimmering rays creating prisms of colored light,
mystically shining and glowing particles abound,
bringing an end to the cold dampness of night.

We each start anew with the dawning of day,
rekindling our dreams while grasping for hope,
but the mere struggle to survive soon has it’s way,
and again we travel endlessly attempting to cope.

Tragedy and sorrow of world despair is strong,
with war raging, killing the innocent without remorse,
we’re suppose to be intelligent which makes it wrong,
yet it seems history is continually repeating it’s evil force.

I have no answers or even words of wisdom to say,
for is it good fighting evil for which we must defend,
or greed which leads to young sacrificing bodies to lay,
as heartache and sorrow appear to triumph in the end.

We fight for principles and proud ideals, but I wonder why,
is it because we haven’t evolve mentally to a higher level,
that we send the best of our young off to fight and die,
or is the tyranny of war actually the curse of the devil?

Samuel E. Stone
copyright© 2004