Day Ten, final prompt of Writing 201. How did we get to the end so fast? I will miss the class. I feel like I hardly got started with the material, but that’s the way it always is. That means there is more to do, more to write, paint, photograph, and create! Hope you guys have a great weekend. (((hugs)))
If, in a moment, the future I could see
The earth’s children, healthy, well-tended and fed,
The loveliest flower would overcome all misery,
Garnering finely threaded futures, not futures of fine thread.
‘Tis never for myself concerned am I;
Rather I am grievous over the suffering of mere innocents.
Who doth laugh in the face of tragic moments, look to the sky,
For your power is tendered by the trumpet’s lament.
You will stand with insatiable greed, your greed never filled,
Like Scrooge, the chains will rattle because you lacked righteous vision.
And let me add further concerns for the blood that has spilled:
If you forsake the elderly along with your insensitive base derision,
Only to please the need for more and greater gold, the madness of gain;
You will never rest wisely for lusting after profit, profit not, my friend, from another’s pain.
Copyright ©2015 by Susan E. Rowland