The New Babel

When a thousand channels will comprise TV,
Parents will find with impotence and pain
There's no way left to keep their children free
From evil images which stamp the brain
And corrupt innocence before it can flower
Into deliberate kindness, hope and trust:
The opposites of brutal will to power
That threatens to reduce the world to dust.
Since Science will continue to advance
And satellites proliferate above,
We fathers and mothers stand no earthly chance
Unless we trust the healing power of Love
Yet how the hell could our hearts be other than numb
If repulsed by offspring who had hard become.
Michael Peach
Jerusalem
11 September 1995

 

 

 

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