Thy remnants lie in dust and ashes
Where life undone, is framed in ruin.
Scrape the bones, bereft of peace.
Recall to past that lies beneath.
Before the embers calmed their rage,
Before the specters’ screams did fade
Only in death, did the violence cease.
The plague of man for plights of old,
Their twisted minds and hearts so cold.
This life was never worth a damn,
But damnation quickly took its toll
For wherever their ghosts forever roam,
The remnants are nothing, but shattered bones.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've nearly given up hope that the world will ever know peace. Perhaps it's better to simply embrace the bones.
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Comments2
I feel the same despair 🙁
It does seem to spread like a disease! Thanks for reading.
Strong image/vision comes through the poem...like it's true in many ways that we can't deny.
There could still be time to turn it around, but this seems more likely!
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