From dawn this misty <br />morning we have heard <br />the doleful calling of the distant <br />foghorn warning all the sailors <br />of the dangers on the waters of the deep. <br /> <br />Would that we likewise were warned <br />when dangers loom and threaten <br />to destroy, when wars, disease and greed <br />weigh down their woes upon us <br />and we find that we are blinded <br />by the cold and clammy fogs <br />of ignorance, intolerance and hate. <br /> <br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fog-4/
