The Seeds Of Crime Poem by Sergio D'Amico

Sometimes the world may be unkind,
for the thoughts that triggered off the crime,
lay buried deep in our minds,
sleeping tightly for some time
until by a chime revived.

this is the tale of the running lamb
who through a field walked into the shepherd's hand,
for it was told then,
good will always triumph in the end.

But the shades of green were blot by men,
who in their greed fed on the lamb,
and left nothing but a desolate land
and then returned to their primitive den.

No more did the sky host the moon,
as it fell to a watery tomb,
no more did morning throne the waves,
no more did the angels behave.

So when a child is held by a tutor's hand
he may at his own cost learn,
that by holding that hand,
he might as well walk with the damned.