2. Shattered Glass...

Fragments of broken glass
Scattered all over the morning grass
In the wake of sunrise glitter
Like the fabled fortunes of past.


Days when we were children
And had no worries no scars -
Have vanished to give guns and gallows
Instead of playground - the altar.


Fools! Are they? Are WE fools instead?
They cry for their woes, we don't -
They pick up weapons, so that
We hear them - we don't.


Vultures! like there always are
A monkey between two cats,
Who for their selfish desires
Sacrifice these grief - blinded rats.


Rats? They are!
To follow, not to choose
Between the unheard of unseen peace
And another quicker but violent truce.


But man is a lover of peace
And of course not a rat!
Does he deserve in his chest
A deaf bullet or the warmth of heart?


So, the day shall come when
The night gives way -
To a dawn of love and bliss;
Return to the future, led by the shattered glass.