Like small embers they glowed <br />Illuminating what little light they had <br />Yet they promised to set the world ablaze <br />Then a murderous tempest blew <br />Its cold winds muffled their hissing screams <br />Under kindle they could not hide <br />And the efforts of good hearted men could not shield them <br />Now we are shrouded in darkness <br />Covered in a shawl of guilt <br />Depression <br />Hatred <br />Fear <br />And pity <br />We have been blinded <br />No candle shall we light from them so as to pray <br />No lantern shall be brightened for our paths to be seen <br />No torches shall be lit so that we may gather together <br />And the hopes and dreams of warmth and safety shall not be known to many <br />Now there are still other braziers from which we may take embers <br />Who promise to do better than others <br />But we may never forget this day <br /> This day of darkness <br />The day when shadows crept into our homes <br />When our hearts went cold with black scars <br />Let us never forget this terrible night when nations prayed to God as one <br /> Because some are still waiting for an answer<br /><br />Michael Silver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-embers/
