Your love for the truth
Awake and arise with eyes,
Wet in a fleet moment’s worth
Open, to see bewildering skies.
A loud sigh cry in you to renew
places where the search begins.
With glimpse of tears that drew
the coldest pondering inklings.
Discerning the faces in despair
With bleeding hearts crumbling
With the torn war atmosphere
That has lost all means for living.
Truth hurts like the fire of words
Mindful furnace in many parts,
Circumstances changing worlds
Into shadows of unpleasant arts.
In awe, we are drifting far away,
Further from a state of humanity
Down into the bloodiness of decay
Where truthful reality is cold enmity
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Author:
Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2022 20:01
- Comment from author about the poem: War- torn areas have left the the changing faces of humanity in disbelief
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Powerful poem,but the picture says it all
The horror, the devastation, the humanity,and also a little hope
'Truth hurts like the fire of words
Mindful furnace in many parts,
Circumstances changing worlds
Into shadows of unpleasant arts.'
so true!
another acute wording of our decrepit reality's, issues
I can't believe war-torn, status
is still a permanent way of life for so many..
guess those costly world war, lessons
have not been realised, yet
I shudder to think, what it will take for us to learn...
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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