I cast the cares,
the human need.
For answered prayers,
come,
faithful steed.
I see the history,
the wars, the downfall.
I wonder at the mystery
of how it's all
called
for.
I talk to God,
I scream to the stars.
I consider odd
alternatives
to planetary scars.
And then the history
with its wars, its downfall,
solves for me the mystery:
none of the bloodshed
nor the killing
nor the crying
nor the lying
nor the dying
nor the racism
nor the two-face-ism
nor the hatred
is
really
called
for.