On these hands of time
is the innocent blood of the ages,
mankind’s crimson rivers
flowing from their heroic hearts
from the history books.
The footprints they left
as they journeyed from war to war,
is imprinted in the world’s memories,
did they die in vain,
or will they be honored.
Can we mend fences broken
with the light of hope,
for our disturbed world so mislead,
not in the eyes of a fearful mentality,,
but one of a diverse society.
When will we yearn to learn
for peace on earth for all
instead of golden icons,
traveling down gold brick roads,
just to discover the mythical pot of gold.
Fear not the change of spirit,
it enables to grow as humans
tasting of defeat without bitterness.
teaches us we can co-exist
as long as there is compassionate humanity.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021