In The Darkest Days

The world is a big place.

The world is a small place.

This world we ought to know

has been quietly sold.


We travel miles and miles

In search of excellence.

Yet we hardly sense

What will come between us.


Love may not mend it all

Worse if we entrust in war.

What do we do now

to stop all from crumbling down.


In the darkest days

I remain to be in silence.

For I do believe

Too much noise destroys it all.


*Love and light to those on flight MH17 and their loved ones. 

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