The Old Year

The old year is now done and dusted It has not been without its strifes. Headlines of war, murder and much more Daily we hear of terrible atrosities. Peace seems a long way off and Mankind not in the mood. Yet a spark of hope remains That one day things will change. This spark if it is fanned, could catch alight and burn, bringing world peace repairing the harm once done. People now armed with shovels replanting all the lost trees. Animals no longer fearful turn their trusting eyes to us. Communities working together Love for one another freely flowing. Slavery a thing of long distant past All this could come to pass. We just need enough to care To want to make a change. Then like the mighty oak, the seeds will take deep roots. Just one person who cares can influence many others And this world of ours will once more be paradise. Written 12/13/2014 contest I CAN'T BREATHE: A peaceful Protest, An Anthology of Powerful Poems