International citizen

Ponder, I bid you, on our corporate existence

appearing with time, earth

and humanity's persistence.

A mystery!

along with all the rest

to rouse the mind and set the eternal quest.

*

Homo sapiens, erect, keen brain and senses,

prompted by insight sought

answers to some questions.

A revelation?

Perhaps it could have been,

presenting abstracts as possibilities.

*

Thinking and logic discerned the inbuilt pattern.

Body, soul and spirit we,

foundation of humanity.

A family.

Gregarious with outlook divarious,

nomads and tribal, populating terra firma.

*

Growing, we pledge allegiance to our nation

proud of our flag

we sing its adoration.

A tragedy

eventuates. We volunteer, take up arms

brother fighting against brother, forcing us apart.

*

History, alas, reveals its sad beginning

Cain slew Abel

or is that mere fable?

A discovery

from time to time sees progress intercede

with warfare indiscriminate, and car bombs in our streets.

*

Let's end this utter waste of brain and human flesh.

All of us are human,

kith and kin of all the rest.

Agreement

with each other, whate'er the colour of our skin.

Our own flag underneath the one, international citizen.

*

Dennis Crompton © 1995

Humanity Healing logo

Will the way ahead be clear?

When the tombstones of the warlords

have crumbled into dust;

when the armouries and assembly lines

cease manufacturing the guns;

when servicemen and women

refuse to hear the call;

and the ordinary citizen

universally says, No!

Then, when the dogs of war are leashed

will the way ahead be clear?

 *

When the common and the everyday

are seen as part of our creation;

when the eye of every human

looks on his neighbour as companion;

when all the hurt that ever was

has lost its bitterness;

when, I’m sorry, and, I love you,

contain no other meaning.

Then, when we’ve learned to think of others 

will the way ahead be clear?

 *

When shouting for our rights

balances with our responsibilities;

when those who do the manual work

are recognised for what they’re worth;

when elected representatives

seek honestly to govern;

when mankind learns to live with nature

and stops poisoning the planet.

Then, with standards all acknowledge

will the way ahead be clear?

 *

When we join the great departed

and time for us has ceased;

will we leave some good behind us,

folks be grateful that we’d lived;

how will the personal record look

as the score is totalled up;

will the watchers hide their faces

as our book of life is shut?

Will everything be clear at last

as to the reason we have lived?

 *

Dennis Crompton © 1994

(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)

'Tis but a step

 The storm has passed

and wispy clouds drift lightly ‘cross the sky,

light breezes dance richly-coloured leaves,

magic carpets … ever-changing on the ground.

 *

The air is sweetly fresh,

and sounds of cattle reach me from afar,

small birds flit to and fro twittering their joy

and find their echo deep within my soul.

*

I pause and rest awhile,

my eyes drink in the wonder that surrounds;

I feel a gracious peace around me fall,

senses recreate as from this well I draw.

 *

‘Tis but a step

from life’s busy round of all we do,

to close a door and stroll in nature’s way

imparting balance to each passing day.

 *

Dennis Crompton © 1994

(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)