When terrible things are done Beauty is ripped from all our lives But hating ugliness is not the answer Hate spreads like flame through dry forests
'Go placidly amid the noise and haste'
When innocence is casually butchered Red becomes the colour of darkness But screaming for revenge Just makes the day darker
'Remember what peace there may be in silence'
I won't do it, I won't become them. I will not **** poison into my own world I will not let their cancer cross over Into my bones as I walk through their fire
'The dull and the ignorant, they too have their story'
I won't do it, I won't condemn my children, My family, my friends, to loathing and execration Saying they are all the same because they are not like us You are wrong, they are just like us, look at yourself
'In the noisy confusion of life keep peace in your soul'
The terrible event at Manchester arena this weekend happened the day I met my newly born Great Grandson. Named for me (Tommy) I was granted a glimpse on my immortality as a Father, Grandfather, and beyond, in name & in spirit.
It was a truly humbling experience. I will not join in the witch-hunt of other cultures & religions happening now in our media and countries. I want my children to know there is a better path and if Poetry can be the pavement of such a path into the future, the better we are for it.
The quotes of course are from that iconic piece of writing from a poster in the 60's The Desiderata by Max Ehrmann - Which was written I believe in 1927. Thank you for Reading ***