The Child 2

2
There on the crest of the hill stands the Man of faith amid the snow-white
  silence, He scans the sky for some signal of light, and when the clouds
  thicken and the night birds scream as they fly he cries, ‘Brothers, despair
  not, for Man is great.’
But they never heed him, for they believe that the elemental brute is eternal
  and goodness in its depth is darkly cunning in deception.
When beaten and wounded they cry, ‘Brother, where art thou?’
The answer comes, ‘I am by your side.’
But they cannot see in the dark and they argue that the voice is of their own
  desperate desire, that men are ever condemned to fight for phantoms in an
  interminable desert of mutual menace.