The world in turmoil

I weep for tranquility,
the hard-won peace
that came, but was
wastefully swept away.

I weep for the trust
and friendships of yesteryears,
now careless abandoned
by contempt.

I weep for the respect,
now lost in time,
that might never again
see light of day.

I weep for shared aspirations
laid waste, by piled up
hatred, that refuse to
stay buried.

I weep for rigid ideologies
in conflict, that fear
compromise more
than the finality of death.

I weep for what was
shamelessly squandered,
by reckless hands, so
filled with arrogant pride.

What I weep for most
are for the children
who will never see the peace
that others took for granted.