So easy to write about what is wrong with the world
The bombs and guns and politics of death
But what of the intricacies of a life lived
in this heaven that we call earth?
For centuries we battled and cried for peace
We’ve created dreams lost and won
Can we not be grateful for what we have
When another days work is done?
Looking back on the ages we’ve come so far
A black president sits alone at the helm
Of the world’s shaken centre of progress
There is always someone who will seek to destroy
That for which we all strive
To fall in love and marry in the name of hope
To work for want and have what we need
A decent home with food on the table to spare
To feed and educate the young
Who in the future will make the world
different yet the same.
© Renee Dallow 18/4/2013
( Hybiscus Bloom )