An aura of impending doom
envelops all of the earth.
The mood is black and rife with gloom,
no sign of joy or mirth.





While man, distrustful in his heart--
holds hatred toward his brother.
And terror rules as men obsessed
with death kill one another.





A lonesome child sobs quietly-
From friends she's set apart.
Oblivious to all time and place,
she finds peace in her heart.





She does not feel that sense of doom
or dreadful boding fear.
She gently holds an injured cat--
All life to her is dear.





This child can feel pure love of God
which she tries to impart
to others with the rays of love
from sunshine in her heart.





Why cannot men, just like this child
be bound by love, not hate,
and not let gloom control their lives,
but leave to God their fate.