Eyes Of A Child

Photo by Janko Ferlič on Unsplash

From your eyes

The Future cries:

Was I but born to die?

If Destiny rides

The toss of the dice

Is hope a cruel lie?

What will you bequeath

For you will sow and I will reap

Long after you’ve been laid to sleep.

Will you sell the boon of Wisdom’s pearl

And leave the husk of a rotting world?

Will I be lead like a lamb to slaughter

Sacrificed on Mammon’s altar

While you sing from your specious psalter?

Or will you right your elder’s wrongs

Compose the chords of a new song

By which my generation may prosper long?

Either Life and Death can you give

Choose Life that I — and hope — may live.

© Conor MacCormack, 2019