something i found on this site
Dear Son,
"When I was young," adults will say,
"the world was a better place."
But that's not true, my only son,
for I fear it may never be safe.
The forties had kids watching the skies
for the enemy in bomber planes.
The fifties had them crouched under desks
for protection when the big bomb came.
The sixties showed war on TV every night,
till the images became blase'.
The seventies continued with riots, and such,
with escalating violence each day.
The eighties saw hatred, but ended with hope,
when the wall came tumbling down.
And then in the nineties it's back to despair,
while shootings and small wars abound.
I look at you face, so worried and pure,
and wonder what the future will hold.
I'm scared you won't live to grow up and have kids,
or have the chance to grow old.
"Why do they fight?" you ask me each day,
and I don't know how to respond.
"Why is there hatred, fear and distrust?"
That's a good question my son.
Now I've got a question for each one alive,
why can't we all live in peace?
It's a question that's plagued the common man,
since he went out and killed the first beast.
Who are we to force our opinions
on any living woman or man?
Why are we better than anyone else?
Answer me that if you can.
We must stop the madness before it consumes
everything we hold dear!
What good is obtaining what someone else has,
if we all have to live in such fear?
Before we let anger take over our lives,
we should look in to each child's face.
For THERE is the future of all mankind,
the hope for the whole human race.
Don't teach them hatred, don't show them death,
instead educate them on life.
Let tolerance be the greatest legacy we leave,
not misery, hatred and strife.
Then when you tuck your child in bed,
and tell him you'll see him next day.
You'll know in your heart it really is true,
cause man's love made it that way.
--Pat Wright
"When I was young," adults will say,
"the world was a better place."
But that's not true, my only son,
for I fear it may never be safe.
The forties had kids watching the skies
for the enemy in bomber planes.
The fifties had them crouched under desks
for protection when the big bomb came.
The sixties showed war on TV every night,
till the images became blase'.
The seventies continued with riots, and such,
with escalating violence each day.
The eighties saw hatred, but ended with hope,
when the wall came tumbling down.
And then in the nineties it's back to despair,
while shootings and small wars abound.
I look at you face, so worried and pure,
and wonder what the future will hold.
I'm scared you won't live to grow up and have kids,
or have the chance to grow old.
"Why do they fight?" you ask me each day,
and I don't know how to respond.
"Why is there hatred, fear and distrust?"
That's a good question my son.
Now I've got a question for each one alive,
why can't we all live in peace?
It's a question that's plagued the common man,
since he went out and killed the first beast.
Who are we to force our opinions
on any living woman or man?
Why are we better than anyone else?
Answer me that if you can.
We must stop the madness before it consumes
everything we hold dear!
What good is obtaining what someone else has,
if we all have to live in such fear?
Before we let anger take over our lives,
we should look in to each child's face.
For THERE is the future of all mankind,
the hope for the whole human race.
Don't teach them hatred, don't show them death,
instead educate them on life.
Let tolerance be the greatest legacy we leave,
not misery, hatred and strife.
Then when you tuck your child in bed,
and tell him you'll see him next day.
You'll know in your heart it really is true,
cause man's love made it that way.
--Pat Wright