Cry of Innocence


Acrylic on Canvas



The cry is pure, the cry is loud,
tears through space, and time, and shroud.


Sets teeth on edge, pierces the heart
there, where mankind’s pain comes apart.


Everyman can hear it clear,
yet listening needs mastering of fear.


Innocence is struggling for survival,
the question remains, how can mankind help her revival?



© tamara kolb

art, contemporaryart, kunst, tamara kolb