These Times
These times are dark
With artificial light:
Where is the spark
That burns forever bright?
The eyes of men
They long to see
The moment when
Hate cannot be.
The ears of men,
They strain for sounds
Of joy again.
But pain abounds.
Their hearts implore,
Beliefs deny.
Will cruelty or
Indifference die?
This epitaph, if Death arrive,
I dedicate as things now seem:
Men dream and strive –
But cowards only dream…
