The Sun shines brightly, unaware of the
bloodshed below.
While the clouds eyes fill with tears that don’t
drop.
The stars in blissful sleep, the Moon snoozes
with her arms wrapped around them for
solace.
The war goes on, the mankind bloodthirsty for
revenge.
The grass flattens underneath them
, the flowers crush with them; the trees
slump.
The earth is disappointed, for it is not a man’s
world.
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Author:
Asiya Hanif (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2023 05:11
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Gaia, I suspect
rejoices
that it's no longer
a man's world
let our sister's reign
supreme
may the healing begin
(don't believe everything you hear
and read, young poet
there's more to empowering a lady
than fuelling hate for all the men
in the world, indeed
we men have a lot to answer for
but some of us, are worth
giving a chance)
shine bright, soar high
don't be tainted by hate
so early in your journey
it's a truly corrosive trait
you're best to discard
before it's too late
(but what do i know)
do you!
(thanks for sharing your art)
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