Through Broken Glass

 

     We’re born in peace,

But leave in broken pieces -

Like glass that shatters

At light from the Sun,

We arrive as cherubs

Idolized as babes with new wings

But, we cannot fly unless

We’re faced by enemy and all,

Are taught the loving of the gun!

 

     Love, is corrupted!

Taken down as fallacy -

As an Achilles heel to every man,

And it becomes difficult

To caress the buxom of a loving woman,

When holding rounds for killing

Within the palm of your hand

 

     This once - special place

Of both yours and mine,

This once – special place

Where shining eyes

Would sparkle at every marvel

Bestowed by Gods guiding warmth,

Has become the ice that’s unbreakable;

Where history repeats its

Coldness that hardens the soul

     And,

We’re all questioning the grand design,

Asking of the architects

What future plans they have

For the destruction of man,

For we’re all taught atrocities

From very young and none seem

Make sense,

     Yet,

We all have relations with God,

But given all we’ve endured,

We’re walking away - a solemn path

That fades with the greyness

Of sky,

 

     Where is - Spring and love,

Rebirth and growth,

Where is the God

We believed for so long an age,

Where has heart gone that’s

Now stony and hard,

Perhaps in hiding

For this,

     Is the only coping we have.

 

     We’re tethered like birds

Only wanting to fly,

But the chains of the Earth

Have tarnished us all,

We’re begging the architects

Give reprieve,

     But in essence,

We’re sorrow,

Not wanting no more -

The borrow of time.

 

Michael J Waite 4^th March 2013.