Glimpses

This week is a poem from my "back catalogue", written on 9th June 2005. The tragedy is that the world it describes could be the world today. Over ten years have passed since I wrote those lines, and we seem no nearer to finding any solutions to the misery and suffering which human beings inflict upon fellow human beings.

Glimpses

Just glimpses and fragments here

Of a wounded world, of despair

And time ticks on, it is not fair. 

Just for a moment, the building

Jagged edges, windows broken,

And time ticks on, alarms ring. 

Just for a second, images floated

Walls covered grey, dust coated

And time ticks on, ending noted. 

Just a warning, of empty shells

Once the way we built our hells

And time ticks on, to final bells. 

Just for a moment, this is to be

Will it be always? we shall see.

And time ticks on, none can flee.