In transition

plodding across the morass of humankind

mighty epidemics of peace erupt

never achieving pandemic status

'til once again greed's asylum

is overwhelmed by myopic men

unable to grasp reality's concept

those who walk the walk

of overt deceit are destined to trail behind

the wagons of humiliation

unnoticed are trellises in the garden of friendship

offering support to all fledgling neighbors of peace

now will the wagons of men of little ambition

be circled in defense of the disgruntled and greedy

again pride is the skirmish line

seperating man from intelligent activities

few are willing to kneel to the call for human kindness

shouts of secrets in whisper's volume

circulate among clasped ears of evil

peace trembles in the quake of defenselessness

from the oppressed goes forth a call for understanding

the winds carry no replies

the halls that enchant a wicked few

are lighted with the torches of beguilement

the proliferation of discontent

now ranges over earth and tide

in the end

with prophecies' fulfillment we shall each abide

peace will rein victorious

among the great ignorance that is the whole of makind