During war’s manmade darkness, the havoc <br />envelops man; <br />tramples flower, bird and beast in breaking; <br />where life began <br />remains nothing than the shattering death; <br />no good thing can <br />come from the drive to conquer and possess, <br />while in evil man does downwards digress. <br /> <br />[Reference: “A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London” by Dylan Thomas.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/during-war-s-manmade-darkness-cavatina-in-answer-to-dylan-thomas/
