Crying into the Peoples’ well of hope
By generations’ want for peace to evoke,
Parched dry by empty political promises spoke;
The clock of doom ticking toward its last stroke.
What reason to conflict eludes permanent solution
Be it famine, war or runaway global pollution?
Humanity’s advances surpass its evolution
Yet, the path to tranquillity evades tangible resolution.
This current incarnation of earthly human existence,
Its true origins indeterminate yet strongly persistent,
Should, by this 21st century, have become stridently resistant
To self-annihilation, however, such reality seems far and distant,
Should the tears of pain and sufferance ever subside
Transmuted into swells of happiness with love forever to reside?
Or, will the dark essence of what humanity seems too willing to abide
Render an eternity where such emotions conflictingly collide?