The Moving World Poem by Gerry Legister

I see a moving world surrounded with new hopes
And the look of optimism in their awaken eyes,
As the old society is dazzled with loveliest robes,
Paraded before the world in drama to tease their fears.

Miles of radiant refuges bloom in the countryside,
The moving world will give birth to a beautiful society,
Nations tremble with their pride trying hard to decide,
But they can’t quench the fire burning so brightly.

I see miles of people on this journey walking outside,
Painful optimization that reduces the empty miles,
The widening transparency of logistics in free guide,
With no technology to master the complexity of surprises.

Encounter wires of denial; but some hearts are indelibly soft
Softer than the tissues we use to dry disapproving eyes,
Soon the weeping too will be moist enough to share a laugh
And let the path of both concerns wash away the tears.

The moving world took a journey fraught with danger,
Trying to cross the language barriers of different people,
The splendour in their tongue was poison in our ear,
We heard little and the understanding became invisible.

But the exploits of our spirit remains upon a pinnacle,
Merged into the courage of freedom on a rampage,
People crossing where the void seemed impossible,
Desperate People making the world a moving stage.