Let the Times Change

Intolerance weaves hatred in the fabric of our times, innocent blood is shed in madness, civilizations clash, tender hearts splinter into disposable debris uncared, in the psychic grip of insolent stress relationships crash. Before savage tides surge, let times change the essence, war-tanks become pianos, guns form harmonic flutes, nuclear arsenals turn harps, soldiers become violins, performing in symphony of peace and brotherhood. Before the hourglass breaks, let times change the form, contempt turns to flower, hatred to branch of olive, minds morph into alchemists, making golden threads that will create the garlands of love for the despised. If not, let the stubborn times go back to the stone age, write a new hieroglyphic story on the erased plaque. July 9, 2020 Contest : Strand Completely New (7), Any Theme Any Form Sponsor : Brian Strand