Live by the sword die by the sword.
Is there glory in war?
Will there be peace?
The battle lines are drawn.
There was a fabled city-
Under siege..
Had no military power its people on their knees...
One wise man, as the story goes...
Saved that city by his wisdom...
But that man no one knows.
So hear, we are..
The blood still pours
The earth will not hide it
The eagles soar.
Where is the wise?
What can they say?
The theatre of life does it have a new play?
Is it a scene from long ago?
Repeating, repeating..
Character the same..
A slight of hand, a chance to reign..
There's nothing new under the sun:
Everything old is new again;
The stage is set-
Can all be won?
It's all innocent..
Have some fun!
Evil puts on her disguise:
The people love it!
Watch it rise.
Loud and proud..
What will be?
It is His doing...
Watch and see.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
A most interesting write thought provoking.
It's hotting up and who's to blame?
Thanks for engaging.
Enjoy that mountain retreat!
Excellent write
Great job
How strange to be alive
As the Iron Age slides
Into……?!
A better world...
Good words 2781 but there appears to be nobody who can save the world.
Andy
Only ourselves...
Meanwhile - I feared under the sword of Damocles (do you know the guy? lol). Thankfully it was blunt! heehee.
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