Hatred pollutes in life's cold twisted streets <br />As minds are torn slowly apart. <br />Bleached souls need warm healing, <br />Unfettering from strain. <br />How can we, O Wise One, then make a fresh start? <br /> <br />A voice breathes behind us, faint words, yet we hear. <br />An appeal to heal minds can but win <br />Only by putting hearts first to the test, <br />And consenting to let Love filter in. <br /> <br />As the whisperings depart we distintly discern <br />The words 'Oh my children, please learn <br />To take heed and protect thou thine heart.'<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-we-listening/
