Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder where we would be
had Cain not slain his brother.
Would we all be feasting in the Garden of Eden,
sharing its promise with each other?
Sometimes I ponder the light of a new day
when I wake in the early morning.
Does it make the world a better place,
when we wake to a city in mourning?
Sometimes I dream of a world so pure
it makes me feel higher than high.
Can our points of view be so distorted,
that we must make the innocent die?
Sometimes I wish life was simple
like the games we as children play.
Must our hearts be so heavy laden with hate,
that we see killing as the only way?
Sometimes I feel lost and alone
as if there were no place for me to be.
When will we make peace with each other,
to assure all men can sleep peacefully?
Sometimes I only want to awaken
and get myself out of this trance.
Then I finally realize that I am fully awake,
and say a prayer for the people of France.
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
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