I’ve looked through History, pondered minds,
reviewed circumstance, reasons and madness sublimed,
tried to see some grand design, wondered
on hate and blight of soul. It’s scary,
especially in our present roles.

Atrocities recriminate, small acts insinuate
into our lives, we say the devil lies,
must we always subscribe our acts
to supernatural entities? Aren’t we
to blame?

I see tremendous energy spent, dreams
of hope oven-sent, enormity of
unlived lives, gone up in smoke,
the world would be different now,
we’ve lost so much. Doctors, dreamers,
cures and poems, children’s laughter,
ever-afters, too much pain to hold,
the dying never ends.

Families love, encircling earth, homes built
respecting space, the years of erstwhile angst
murdered a world, diverted pace of
progress, liquidated innocence
of a younger race, and stole
a distinctive destiny from our hands,
our hearts, our lands.

He’s not the only one to slaughter
our rising suns, the cycle circles
sentience, it seems a curse
lays on our earth, appropriating
sense of worth. I wonder if
we’ll survive ourselves.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/23/03