October 2007

            
Poem by Robert Cameron
            Hazelton


            


            The Art of Humanity

            
Upon a plinth of alabaster

            Sat a painted figurine

            Crafted by some unknown master

            Sparkling as though pristine

            Graceful splendor their intent

            Such tender care most evident

            
In dazzled awe my eyes beheld

            Beauty never seen before

            Gifted hands did surely meld

            Lifeless clay with something more

            The vision of an artist’s dream

            Passion to the nth extreme

            
Within the collage of humanity

            Vibrant colors glow sublime

            But also streaks of insanity

            Violent shades of hate and crime

            Cursed by destructive imaginations

            We must always temper our aspirations

            
How can a race that creates such art

            Hold so much darkness in its heart?