I saw barred clouds in rows across the sky,
Lit from below, reaching the horizon
Where a cross stood on a hill of green.
I thought, we need that cross, or rather,
What it stands for—
Compassion, peace, an end to self-inflicted misery,
The chance to dream...
What new horrors lie in wait, unleashed
And ready to defeat our common sanity?
So many people would not think of harming others
In the service of their vanity.
We must overcome the death urge of the few;
The survival of our children is at stake.
We will receive what we deliver unto others,
Cruelty or kindness,
According to the choices that we make.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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