The Madness Of This World Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the playground
there is this swing

we swing from peace to
war
and from war to peace

from death to life
and from life to death

and we are the children
in this playground of the
world

we laugh and when we had much
we long for grief and when we
had enough we want to laugh
again....

and inside our rooms we watch
grandfather's clock and hear
its old sounds, here and there
to and from, in this pendulum

we are children watching all
these
with all amazement and never
learning much, perhaps only
a little, for all the games
we play, for all the destructions
we make,

we shall never learn
as we will always be children again
and again....