I watch as the days brightness alters <br />from sunrise, sunset, nightfall, <br />to when the moon and stars light up, <br />and I can see the Milky Way. <br /> <br />I watch the seasons change from <br />spring growth, to summer heat, <br />autumn leaves, winter rot with <br />rain, sun, wind, frost, and snow. <br /> <br />I study, ants, worms, slugs and snails. <br />Leaves, buds, trees and flowers; <br />bees, wasps, white bellied sunbirds, <br />and many butterflies stop for nectar. <br /> <br />But most of all as I sit in my garden, <br />I feel angry, sad, confused, when I think, <br />how man persecutes man, and stamps <br />him under foot to break his will. <br /> <br />How his power corrupts, <br />his laws cheat, and <br />his desires tempt him, to steal, <br />murder, rape, abuse and wound. <br /> <br />How his beliefs, ideas, and dogma’s; <br />separate, judge, blame, confuse, <br />causing hurt, harm, even wars, so <br />his love wasted, and his charity ignored. <br /> <br />How his belief might is right, allows <br />governmental avarice, politician’s spin, <br />and leaders lies to make wars, in which <br />thousands die, and millions come to hate. <br /> <br />How his miasma blocks out truth, hope <br />new optimism, a talk of peace, <br />freedom cries ignored, and answers given <br />shrouded with false reasons for not ending war. <br /> <br />Relaxing in my spring garden full of hope, <br />surrounded by lovely flowering shrubs, <br />I mostly hear the black crows cry but <br />have just one wish, that a red eyed dove brings <br />peace, commonsense, love, understanding, <br />and compassion to the people of our world.<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-garden-2/
