Let the gentleness of us celebrate the joy of time.
Never far from the human care is the other,
The beast who has a name but cannot be named.
He lives among us constantly shaping our words.
Listen to the one for too long and we become lost;
Hopelessly swaying and whistling to his wind
The movement of the dark has full control.
Wickedness beyond the birth of mankind holds us.
Within our Mother Earth lies the kindness we seek,
Never far from our time bound world she waits to speak.
What holds back the charm and vulnerability
which shows that true essence of humanities grace.
Let her voice hold forth and take us along our journey:
The destination we crave is awaiting our arrival.
Leave the wickedness to those who need it to live.
Why should he dominate her voice, the hard one.
Let the world see the she-he working together.
Finding the spoken words to calm the noisy one
Is one way but leaves space for another truth;
She is the driving force behind the he-devil
Who makes sense in the world of dominant others.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2016) Poetry for business: fired by passion. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. GENTLENESS BEYOND THE BIRTH OF MANKIND. Page Number 5.