The raindrops trickle down the pane
To leave a wet and foggy stain
Upon the windows of my room
That sometimes seem so full of gloom !
I glance around this world we know
And tremble as the terrors grow
What shall we do when we awake
How can we halt the coming quake ?
It’s sad that we have failed our friends
There’s no way left to make amends
And through the windows of my mind
There’s no solution I can find !
Claire V. Bogdanos 