Fuschia

Is there a hope for our future?
Have we learnt from our past?
Have we to fix all with a suture?
Will a temporary fix really last?

Is there a hope for our future?
Can our chldren be allowed to play?
Why, as babies, do they have to be mature?
Is there no hope, nothing we can say?

Is there a hope for our future?
Must our Earth be raped and despoiled?
Why does devastation hold such allure?
Isn't it time we, in horror, recoiled?

Is there a hope for our future?
Can we really pull back from the brink?
In honesty, I can no longer be sure
Because all we ever do is act, not think!


Terry Rhiannyr
July, 2012