Emerald world
When efforts turn away
From toils that always fail
Turning labour to the plough
Instead of wasted stride
No mans eyes shall see again
Your hate filled or forgiving stare
No rage flared nostrils through the flames
And evil withers in its pain
When the good reap all rewards
And flowers wrap the blades of swords
And falling rain turns steel to dust
That blows out on the summer’s breath
When youth tires of ancestral past
Turns instead to hold the hands of foes
And share the warmth of his caress
As peace grows wild from friendships sowed
A carpet creeps across the line
That once barbed wire would divide
And emerald fields walk out of sight
On every hill in all mans eyes
The summer rain feeds the growth
And fertile soil holds fast
And all that witness understand
Life and love grow hand in hand
In time the planets fresh cut wounds
Are healed by summer time
And the only race is all mankind
With sunshine on their mind
Sunday, 11 December 2011
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