October 13, 1986
those who hold the storm clouds back
why do they take this task
the saving of a race
so surely doomed to die
can this be done by man
the storm winds blow
longer than today
friendships die
promises end
when the handshake is forgotten
too soon the axe may fall
can man deny
the hand of God
its faith will be its doom
ending all that’s known
separate paths someday converge
continue and will not change
ideologies clash in flame
prophets of a way
their own destruction bring
man will fall
while angels sing
the end of all that’s known
On the cover of “Time” this week was a drawing
of two men, pushing aside darkened clouds of war.