Mirror
(by Harry Mullins)

A window to Eternity
Where I can look in and see
My deceased parents and siblings
Looking back at me
Knowing that in a short time
I will be looking back at
My son, daughter or grandchild
Because of some hereditary trait
Passed down to generation
After generation.

Tears for Beslan
(by Harry Mullins)

Why?
So many, So young
Never again
To see the soft flurry
Of snowflakes, or feel the rain.
Beslan's tears will never dry
As weeping hearts for vengance cry.
God still busy gathering souls
From carnage left by Satan's roll.
The cry for peace
Still no one hears
And the world for Beslan
Weeps bitter tears

Tsunami
(by Harry Mullins)


A great wave came from the sea
engulfing many lands
washing away everything in its path 
before retreating to sea again taking
thousands of perished souls
kept in return for previous trophies
spat back in mockery on the beaches. 


Tsunami, Tsunami
the cry of frightened voices
carries on the wind
drowned out by the crashing roar
of the gigantic wall of water that swept
all into oblivion. 

As fast as it arrived
the water receded
Leaving in its wake a trail of destruction
Broken lives and lost souls
Never to be forgotten