Tears From His Cheek

We were to be children of a dream,
In a world tranquil and serene,
Able to help one another in times of need,
As strong in our unity as a mighty tree.

With a simple thought,
We began to believe we knew more than we were taught,
Had all the angles for everything we sought,
Never once thinking of the consequences or being caught.

Now the rains fall sometimes deep,
As tears fall from his cheek,
Hoping we weren’t capable of the havoc we reek,
Still thinking of us as children in their sleep.

With eyes filled with sadness,
Watching his house turn into madness,
We rip holes in the heavens,
Not appreciating what we’ve been given.

Too big for our own good,
Never taking the time to look,
As false religions count all they’ve took,
Like common thieves with stolen loot.

Will their house of Gods,
Protect us when his house, our earth, is all gone,
Will the flock finally see the wrong,
In listening to man twisting the words of God.

Take the time to look at God’s house,
How blue the heavens north and south,
The tones of the planet too many to count,
As a child brings another chance to see God smile.

April 17, 2007
@Bradley S. Hartman
www.hartfeltbooks.com

Tears From His Cheek

Bradley S. Hartman

Morocco, United States

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A poem close to my heart which takes a look at the way we are treating this planet. Forgetting that it has only been loaned to us to live and let life flourish, yet instead we are losing our humanity and gaining selfishness and greed.

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