Seldom do I find in your massive, turgid tomes,
news about the joy of a child’s birth,
daily acts of kindness,
the writing of poetry,
the singing of songs,
the fulfillment of duties.
These stories I do not hear.
I do read about wars and insurrections,
assassinations and brutality,
wretched poverty and the spilling of blood.
And I weep.
Please, please tell the whole tale
lest my mind knows only terror
and my heart faint and fail.
Robert F. Morneau