The Hearts of Men
The hearts of men, hearts of stone,
under its weight, they groan.
Brother against brother,
Father against father.
Hearts of stone.
Fallen from the throne,
scared covenant thrown.
Away; farther and farther.
The hearts of men.
Much to atone,
for hatred sown.
Our Heavenly Father,
awaits to gather.
Back to the throne.
The hearts of men.
© 2023 Ivan Yong Wei Kit
The above poem is in the form of rondeau, the only form that I am able to write in at the moment.
I started this rondeau in July 2022, and I am able to complete it only now; a year later.
Then, the war in Ukraine has only begun. Now, not only it has yet to end, another rumour of war is brewing in the continent of Africa.
Men; when will we learn that death comes to us all and we can’t take what we have here with us?
Above all, we are all God’s children, paid for by the blood of Jesus.
“Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.” Colossians 3:1–2 (NIV).