A man kills a helpless child
in a meadow green, the flowers wild.
Black sky, sun red and veiled —
there is a peace that feels prevailing.
The streams run ripe with life and color,
the blood-soaked ground amid the squalor;
amid the aster-blown aroma
lies a man in human coma.
Innocent, he’s still in nature,
forever locked by this dark creature.
An owl, though wise, observes the curse:
though we are wise, we are perverse.
author’s noteTo make my point In a meadow green with flowers wild, There is a peace that fills, prevailed, The streams run ripe with life and color, Amid the aster blown aroma, Certain innocence he’s still in nature, An owl though wise looks at this curse, ----------------------------------- --------------- For a man to kill a helpless child, With a black sky, sun red and veiled, The blood soaked ground amid the squalor, Lies a man in human coma, Forever locked by this dark creature, Though we are wise we are perverse.