Not so long ago, a world made of glass
slowly reached an impasse
At war with tenacious beliefs bolstered
by the timidity of belief distorted
They waited for dark times to pass
Cracks begin to form — soon, a crevasse
Devastation ensued en masse
Repercussions sorted by leaders they’d once courted
in this world made of glass
Counting minutes passing through an hourglass
Desperately hiding from those devoting time to harass
Some attempts to escape thwarted
For others, kind words from strangers exhorted
All the while, fighting enemies gathered in fields of grass
to shelter this world made of glass
Photo: Dale Rogerson
Prompt: Friday Fictioneers, Tablo Prompts
Poet's Corner 