Venus in her soft pink shell
knows not of Earth
or the swell
of thousands of people in stewing hate
or of the anger that stirs of late.
Venus in her sheer white threads
knows not of war or restless heads
only the gilded hope of love
newly blessed from up above.
Venus in her marble home
knows not of hunger's burning tears
or of the haunting of man's fears
Venus knows only love.
Venus in her-
Venus is gone.
