The kindest thing

 The kindest thing


The kindest thing might be  

If we all passed in our sleep

One dark night and left a world

Happy, grateful, undisturbed. 


The best result for man and beast

No chemical or nuclear holocaust

No years of languishing beneath

A poisoned and a bloody sky. 


Nature will grow back, repair

The damage done last century

And with a thousand years

Return the pristine beauty. 


The earth will turn and spin

Will make its annual journey

Round the golden sun which in turn

Ploughs further into space. 


There will be Greek and Roman ruins

Homage to a civilization long before

We had the tools to conquer

To contaminate and destroy. 


There will be dogs and cats 

Bears and deers in forests

Monkeys, elephants and lions

Where they lived before. 


Gone the music and the laughter

We could not find ten just men

And so we sealed our fate

One quiet night in September. 


God, it seems, doesn’t get it right

All the time and yet he came so close

On this blue planet, once our home,

Now at peace, at peace at last. 



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