I was reminded of this poem the other evening when I saw it hanging on the wall of a friend’s house. It was snapshots of poets and sections of their work. This one stood out.
It does feel at the minute like the world is more full of weeping. Everyday there are stories on the news of people being killed for one reason or another.
I wonder sometimes that if people could experience the aftermath of their actions, would they still commit the crimes. If they could feel the fear, the hurt and the sorrow of every person they had affected, how would it make them feel.
So much hurt and sorrow, for what? Does anyone even understand what they are fighting for.
None of us can change it, or can we, if we all just stand together.
Time to change the world, one smile at a time.