This beautiful poem by D. Wallace Peach, I believe, is very representative of our latent views as writers, as we view the glaring changes surrounding us, that are not good for humanity, faith, and our way of life. Comments are greatly appreciated. Thank you.
For all the destruction
The stains of ruin
Watermarks where rain
Rots through faith
For all the desecration of children
Corruption, extinction, and floating garbage
The bombs and bones and torn and aching flesh
For all the wretched jabber of apathy, short memories
Spittle of hatred, tears of living tragedies
Void of tomorrows
In the shy dreams of the heart
A spark of yearning
In response to The Daily Echo’s Thursday #Writephotoprompt. Photo and prompt by Sue Vincent.