Wake up to another morning in sunlight brilliance
look about a world of passion, beauty, resilience.
The news, what we read; our beautiful children too,
can we not forget the one hundred and thirty two,
kids, smiling faces with pure innocence abound,
they knew childlike pain, seeing upheaval all around,
their villages, their homeland, filled with a political strife,
suggested each one, each kind soul, compassion in life.
Yet, the saddest part of any mindless tragedy is the possibility,
the notion that what in future days held welcome opportunity
could be destroyed by the swift arm of pure evil mindset,
this hateful world must begin to leave us certainly upset,
Quell that apathy, and rise above our human monotony,
of believing the horrors are a globe apart, so far away.
In Pakistan, we stopped human life from exploring their dreams,
while across the bay in Cuba rhetoric said welcome to a regime,
In your home and ours, in everyone’s world the breathing slows,
in the elegance of natural cause, not striking down, insidious blows,
of torture … power is such a menacing tool so ill-met with malice,
we are all guilty of seeking ownership, claim of that sacred chalice.
Can we be a society, a nation, a planet of people perhaps that may cease,
to extinguish our hopes, our dreams, and wait, open our arms toward peace.
© Thom Amundsen 2014