The shards of broken glass

Lie strewn accrosss the floor

Pieces of a whole,

Torn asunder, left forlorn.


Warped by flights of fancy

Consumed from deep within

Scattered like lost memories

Thrown by fascist winds


Sparkles of the innocent

Tear drops wet with blood

Broken in a moment

Lost in natures lust


Swept in winds of time

Blown carelessly aside

No elegy for the broken

No mourner sings a cry


What saviour for the trodden

What refuge from the scorn?

None to pick the pieces

Of lives that are abhorred


Sheltered by the mists

Of humility and pride

Fighting for existence

For unity and life