What makes a man hate his own kind so much?
What gives him a spine of steel and a heart of ice?
Place your hand in the soil you will touch the
substance of a million murdered souls.
This world is a battle field, a place of carnage.
Somewhere in the world men are killing men.
I do not see peace waiting ahead of us.
Oh to born with a kind soul,
That can see beauty everywhere,
That flies with the dove upon the wind.
Makes double the sadness to enter this cage of fear.
Come drink with me now, for tomorrow we will kill each other.
Take the last of the sunlight to your heart in a song,
For the darkness will not be denied for very long.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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So damn powerful it makes my heart bleed because it's true we will never be rid of evil no matter how much we spread the love, and tit for tat will never solve anything. Superb poetry.
Thank you for such kind words mi amigo.You are right of course.
So very true David, why can't this world see peace is the way to go forward.
Andy
Excellent question.I wish I had some answers
Powerful and poignant. So sad and so true. Nice work.
Thank you for your comments.Always appreciated.
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