Too Late

 

This day is another day

in a sea of weeks

and an ocean of years

Time punctuated between

darkness and light

Man a solitary figure

a freckle on a swirling planet

Time past and present

have witnessed only a fragment

of what lies ahead

That is if a future be greater

than the sum of the past

We make only the merest contribution

to this cyclical time machine

The planet is eroded and destroyed

by our neglect and greed

Are we worthy recipients

of a celestial gift from the Divine

Only to engage in folly

posturing and ignorance

We cannot even live together

without harmony as the vicitm

of violence and fear

 

O Tower of Babel let us speak as one

not some babbling brook that meanders nowhere

Cannot we gird our intellect

to a common endeavour

to champion love as our human banner

Have we left it too late

are we already foresaken

Pray not, as perdition

shall be our destiny

if we cannot make amends