Struan 1965 - Adm.monash.edu.au

NOWI sit and watch the faces pass.Faces; faces rise and fade,Out of the past they come andFrom the present merge intoLimitless future - time, thought space.Noemi SchickHuman, human faces.Yet what I see is savage, animal :Despair, hate, hunger - passion.Skin drawn tight over shr ivelled bones,Eyes from hollows peering:Seeing yet not bel ieving,Full of suspicion, fear and hate.This is the future and the past,This is what has been made of life.And now we grow dull­No energy for living now,No laug hter and ioy now,Only the unbl inking staresOf a thwarted generationLooking hopelesslyInto the dark and d ismal future.AnonFOR REFLECTIONBack of the person you areIs the child you were,The child who bel ieved in you,Who had faith and hope and dreams for you,The child who used to be you.Can you face that child, the childWho used to be you ,With eyes unflinching and heart that's true,Can you claim you have played the game you knew,In the child who used to be you?Or must you tell that child,Who used to be you,That the adult you dreamed of is dead­That you've buried that childThat child who used to be you?And that child's hopes and dreams of you?41