A snowflake falls on the outstretched tongue of a young child.
A bitter taste of a cold reality.
A mother’s concern for the future.
A world in chaos torn apart by war.
Ashes fall from the sky amidst the destruction.
What is this false winter?
How will we survive?
What hope is there for the future?
Fate is in charge of their unguided lives.
Only now is certain.
Tomorrow is already a memory.
What fate have we brought on ourselves?
A wheel left in motion will destroy us all.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
A child’s future
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