This is an echo
A poem
That I have written
A thousand times
This is a rainstorm
Of humanity
A shower of grace
With thundering compassion
This is a sunny day
Where people learn
Not to hate
Forget the warring ways
And say
We will be ok
This is a love story
Not in a book
But written in a look
In one daily act
And then another
This is humanity
A spark you see
Of what I want to believe
That you and me
And everyone we see
Can be kinder
Wiser
Not prone to the hate speech
Of rich political hucksters
Not working the will
Of loudmouth proselytizers
Picking up new text books
Not old dogmas
This is the hopeful promise
That I tender in this poem
We can be better
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
This is an echo
A poem
That I have written
A thousand times
This is a rainstorm
Of humanity
A shower of grace
With thundering compassion
This is a sunny day
Where people learn
Not to hate
Forget the warring ways
And say
We will be ok
This is a love story
Not in a book
But written in a look
In one daily act
And then another
This is humanity
A spark you see
Of what I want to believe
That you and me
And everyone we see
Can be kinder
Wiser
Not prone to the hate speech
Of rich political hucksters
Not working the will
Of loudmouth proselytizers
Picking up new text books
Not old dogmas
This is the hopeful promise
That I tender in this poem
We can be better
