Upon the earth

A tempest brews,

To tempt the mind,

We might bemuse,

What of the things we hear

In the news,

That leaves our minds in pain

As though bruised,

Are the evil things the culprits

Use,

So common place we think they’re merely

Obtuse,

Do we ignore also the pain of the

Abused,

Are we as heartless as we are often

Accused,

Turning our backs as though victims pretend,

A ruse,

While in our hearts

We refuse,

To take the course that’s rightly

Infused,

With kindness, trust,

And with insight perused,

To let the good part of human nature,

Loose,

And repair the harm,

Is what we should choose.