Through A Man's Child's Eyes Poem by Danny Ballan

Still waiting with hope kindled in his eyes
For the news of a life coming to this world.
In this world full of everyday news of death,
There must be somewhere in the deep shadows
For a life that's mostly gone, he found some light.
Even if it were just a dream, he was able to
Grasp the reality out of it and hold on
To what only foolish people, for which, may linger.
But then it could be this very foolish hope
That may in the end of the fray conquer.

And the whole world is contracted into this little
Who's coming to this world fresh and so oblivious
Of what treachery is being woven in its name,
And who might think of taking this advantage
Of annihilating purity in the name of freedom,
Or whatever they may raise their flags for.

But I can imagine the baby's smile, so pure and sane
To end up all the madness and put the world in shame
For not celebrating its coming, but the leaving of many.
When so many a time the heart fluttered, but did not stop;
As it became familiar for even the eyes of children;
Through a land of mines where they used to hop.

But it is this man's dream that would conquer in the end
For no seed was planted to die and vanish on him.
And even if it did, it would one day regrow,
And fill the world with blossoms only a child can imagine.
And teach us once and for all we are doing
Is not for their sake, but it is just in vain.