Mortal Men

Brown dead leaves, softly falling to the ground Gently floating downwards, leaving no sound Stinging tears, softly falling to the soggy earth Constantly flowing, since the time of our birth Seasons come, they quickly go, as years pass by Humanity never changes though, people still cry Horrible deeds are done and often repeated again What is it with the many flaws of mere mortal men? Dreadful days of savage history, mark man’s time Countless killings, prejudice, hatred, all man’s crime Upon penitent knees, filled with remorseful sorrow May men learn kindness as they enter into tomorrow Patrick Brennan © 2010