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Rain falls against the glass,

Silently the seconds pass,

Many are the answers seeked

To questions we never fail to repeat.



Why me? Why now?

Can we all survive somehow?

Today we walk with strangers in the street.

Tomorrow will they be corpses trampled underneath our feet?



Oh my dear! Again? we fear.

Was nothing learnt from yesteryear?

The seed of hate re-germinates,

Unhindered the cycle perpetuates.



Trapped like birds within a cage,

It’s a losing battle that we wage

To shelter the children of future days,

From the face of humanity’s less likeable ways.



In days of old

I listened in horror at stories told,

Of violence in battles no less inane -

But for different cast, they were all much the same



In days to come;

Long after this war’s been lost and won,

Children of a future age

Will study recollections of a nation’s rage.



The emotions we feel now, will be the same, in them

Like us, they’ll seek a place for the blaming-pin.

They’ll wonder why no one saw the cracks appear in the wall

And if they did, why it was still allowed to crumble and fall.



Will vicarious empiricism ensure that the children learn from past mistakes?

And make it their life’s aim to make this world a better place?

Or will they grow-up to be bigots, wallowing in hatred for their peers,

Continuing on the trend of so many thousand years