I looked at the earth
And I saw the innocent blood
I looked at the skies
And I saw death come down quickly
I looked at the mountains
And I saw the cruel devastation
I looked and there were no birds
And I saw that they had disappeared
I looked at the fertile field
And I saw a cemetery of bones
I looked at the people
And I saw in their eyes despair
I looked at the mothers
And I saw tears of pain
Lord, what can I do?
In the middle of war,
In the middle of death,
In the middle of devastation,
In the middle of desolation,
In the middle of loneliness,
In the middle of famine,
In the middle of despair,
In the middle of the pain?
And He told me,
Seek peace with everyone,
Share love without measure,
Help build cities,
Pray for the birds to sing,
Plow the wounded land,
Love to bring hope,
Wipe every tear from their eyes,
In this way the world will be changed!
- Author: rrodriguez ( Offline)
- Published: March 3rd, 2018 23:32
- Comment from author about the poem: When will it stop?
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 18
Comments4
Amen.
A super write and love the line: 'Plow the wounded land'.
So many of us feel this way and it's such a small percentage of people that hold the power and never let it happen........
Thank you Diamond for you comment. Alwsys very incisive.
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