Given the tumultuous times we increasingly find our world in, it seems appropriate to give this long ago written poem another spin. It speaks loudly to the want and hope that humanity recognize the trajectory of its present course that only a blind-fool would think it not toward inhuman sufferance; if not its outright demise:
Miracle To Change
As the world spins on its axis tilt
Twenty-four hours of blood to be spilt
Humanity’s participants long for the day
Brutality and evil will have gone away
If history speaks as loudly as it does
Bullets and famine will win to love
Turbulence and chaos reflected in the skies
Surprisingly some still naively ask `why?’
Though beauty of flora and fauna still exist
As casket wreaths it spoils their bliss
Mankind towards destruction seems inclined
What miracle to change will it have to find?
naykdpoet 