Missing Notes
I now tell you of an ancient world;
whose very essence became unfurled.
Allowing apathy and hate to rend and tear,
at the souls of the beings that lived down there.
This happened such a very long time ago,
that my recollections of it; they come and go.
I speak of a people much like you and I,
full of dreams, desires and visions; eager to try.
They started to covet what the other one had;
and greed fueled the flames of a people gone mad.
Soon armies fought armies, over the color of one's skin,
and decency fled the lost, those corrupted by greed's sin.
Love became an unwanted burden when people chased after sex,
loose morals, lustful appetites came gleefully next.
Abortion took innocent souls and the notes that they sang,
and angels wept for the music lost as God's toll bells rang.
Others boarded the train on a one-stop ride,
at break-neck speed to the station called Suicide,
More fell to the wielding of gun, rope and knife,
as murder claimed, sons, daughters, husbands and wives.
Those beings soon forgot the notes that each of them played,
and their world grew silent as the last musician left the stage.
All was dark until the sweet notes of our rebirth,
for now we sing happily on this planet called Earth.
Each person has musical notes to be played,
some loud, some soft, but not a one can we trade.
Every note is unique and contained in our spirit,
and released only when someone is willing to hear it.
One day hopefully in our future, the music will come awake,
we'll no longer know hatred and the sadness it makes.
There will be no missing notes, we'd have learned from our past,
for Earth's sweet tones will be resounding clearly at last!
©03/07/2012
Copyright © Jane Richer | Year Posted 2012
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