LET FALL THE HARM
Let fall the harm that must now come
so men in future ages weep
not for a doom that is their own,
but for us, now long asleep,
Far better that we ever take
upon ourselves our own mistakes
than send them forth all morrow-wise
to future men for their demise,
For we had Fate and Fortune still
before our hearts grew hard and chill,
we could have tempered all our wrongs,
had we had courage all along,
but always we sidestepped ourselves,
for comfort’s sake and little else,
thus so the world is as it is,
this falls to us, not future men,
Let come the harm that now is ripe
some future age we should not slight,
with all our sins and cowardice
for unlike us they’re innocent,
They have not built these walls of woe
nor murdered children they have sown,
they have not sold their souls to debt
they may not butchery abet,
they have not terror nurtured long
they have not reckless leaders grown,
they’ve yet to quake in abject fear
their evils have not yet appeared…
(another poem of mine on modern men and our society and how I pray that we not push our evils upon future generations. Yet I know we will because our cowardice is great and had we any courage we’d be at these things ourselves.
This came to me yesterday as I cut grass. I had to stop cutting to go inside and write it. It is unfinished as of yet.)
Wyrdwend 