Notes for an unborn Child

Notes for an unborn child (1978)

The global village

Is just beginning

And still the world is set on war.

A constant reconstruction of the past

Sends man against man

And destruction colors sunsets;

Shades their beauty

From eyes that peer across the land in fear.

Eight yesteryears ago

Warring peacemakers were killed

Lying scarlet

Against green campus grass

Dying too soon

For an embryonic revolution

Spearing the sac, sending forth a flood of fear.

Bad good guys took to basements

All across the chainlinked land

Plotting against the hobnails

Of the jackboots

That only they perceived.