The Wisdom of Man

 

Lost childhood echoes call

Still mindful yet across the years

On whom war’s devastation falls

 

Bleak avenues of rubbled walls

Broken hearts of ruined homes

Lost childhood’s echoes call

 

Squadrons mock in droning gall

Steel rain from innocent skies

On whom war’s devastation falls

 

Agonized napalm-blossom fireball

Some far off jungle clearing hears

Lost childhood echoes call

 

Beneath the desert sun she crawls

The child with fear filled eyes

On whom war’s devastation falls

 

Have we, now all grown tall

Become too deaf to hear

Lost childhood’s echoes call

On whom war’s devastation falls?