As new

Hard and fast the rain that fell

o’er this land of toil and strife

as if to wash the evil out

again, again, again,

but strange it is no washing can

ere leave the product good as new.

The sun came out as if to be

the saviour of all humankind

but all it did was imbed more

the stain of evil known to be

a repeat of history.

And then the wind; oh, yes, it blew

new hope for all inhabitants

but did they stand and face the force

or run and hide from their renewal?

It’s the residue of those who ran

that stays to stain the years to come

and we, the product, humankind

will not again be good as new

unless, unless, the numbers grow

of those who know to stand and be

renewed, refreshed till good as new!