DON´T TELL ME:

Don´t tell me of cruelty, nor of man´s sinful wars,

Not of the fruitless hunting of fur, feather & claws,

Don´t show me the tears of the orphaned lost child,

Nor of the abuse by man to all that´s beautiful & wild.

Just sing to me soft sonnets of sweet speckled linnets,

Serenade me chords played upon flute, harp & spinets,

Wax me lyrical, in words of the Celt & long dead Bards,

Bathe me in crystal pools of the rainbow´s hued shards.

Don´t bequeath me hard words upon my poor sore ear,

Let only joy run down my cheek in happily smiled tear,

No drought, no pain, no poverty & no hungry & needy,

I close my battered old senses to all that´s ugly & seedy.

If you show me the horrors that haunt & surround me,

I´ll weep upon this earth, tears of mud, blood & scree,

I´d be crippled by sadness & pain at all of my seeing,

And this world doesn’t need yet another sad being.