within a picture in my mind

dusk arising

 

 


talking, holding hands
walking out together
near and distant lands
brought as one beneath
true love which radiates
onto the proffered plate
within a picture in my mind

 

fear and deathly guns
to be heard no more
and bread for everyone
every illness cured
love has conquered hate
upon a proffered plate
within a picture in my mind

 

each will have their say
health and education
our world upon this day
becomes one solid nation
love it's noble state
gifted from a proffered plate
within a picture in my mind

 

but awakening i find
fear and hate surrounding
have i been so blind
reality confounds me
has it come to late
to offer from the plate
within a picture in my mind

 

was this how its meant to be
are we made to fuel
this crazed insanity
am i such a fool
who's appetite will sate
this blood upon the plate
within a picture in my mind

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2022 04:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: I suppose this is about the thought that the worlds troubles can be solved by cash (upon a proffered plate) from the wealthy west. (proffer definition: to offer something by holding it out)
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Comments6

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    A good writing dusk .. I think there will be more peace in the future but that is just a feeling I have .. hopefully it will be .

    There’s no need for cruelty

  • Paul Bell

    Peace will come through British and American weaponry, which in any other world would sound mad, but mad dictators can only be beaten by force.

  • Rozina

    Ego, to control, to be the winner always, bulldozing anything along the path.

  • Goldfinch60

    Such true words d a, those who can find the solutions will not put a single penny on that proffered plate.

    Andy

  • sorenbarrett

    dusk such a great poem with the first half contrasting with the second half. Unfortunately we have progressed technologically far beyond our social progress. Until we see a revolution for ethical and moral progress equal to our technological one peace is far away.

  • Neville



    sadly you raise some of the self same questions I find myself repeatedly asking ... perfectly poemed nevertheless ........ N




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