My dear, little ones…
by Apolinario Villalobos
It pains me to see how the world
Crumbles under the weight of greed
How life buckles with the pain of despair
I am so sad that what will be left for all of you
Will be a world shrouded with the bleak sorrow.
Gone will all the birds be, that fly
Grass and flowers in the meadows
Fish in the oceans, rivers, and creeks
The butterflies and bees that seek nectar
And, so will the wind…stilled by the dire war.
All those are due to man’s greed
So ravenous are his appalling desires
But let’s not lose hope…pray, pray, pray
As the kindly Lord, to us, may again take pity
That tomorrow’s world, be blessed with His mercy!