The sand that is falling on down the glass,
Is tainted, so riddled with grime,
In Two-Thousand Years the journal may ask,
’For where-in can the Soul of Man shine?
No price of Life is weighed in Gold,
For the blot of Cain is cast,
There-by we can see, such Kingdoms do fall,
By Sword or Cannon-Blast.
Hatred, Jealousy, Racial-Unrest,
Oil that gives life to the flame,
To Stamp on the Soul of Tolerance and Self,
All scars that give Humanity it’s shame.
For the People still call for Barabbas,
He’s clearly the preferred of the two,
For what have we need, of a Brotherly Creed,
A World Hand in hand with compassion,
And to live life where an Olive Branch grew.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In 1915, George Bernard Shaw said that the ‘Social Order’ in Britain was that People basically Preferred Barabbas over Christ. Or if your a Non-Believer ; War over Peace. Thought it a good theme for a Poem.
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Excellent write
Thanks Tony. As always.
You're welcome
Che (Guevara) over chu (tutting/tsk-tsk) it would seem 👍🏻🕊
Yes, Nothing has changed it seems. If you want to know the Future, look at the Past.
Thank you for Reading.
Welcome 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
A interesting piece that makes you have a proper think, i am a non believer and i have always wanted peace over war, yet there are more than enough believers in life who do want war, so maybe it is not about if you believe or not. Enjoyed the read
Yes that’s true. Human Nature I suppose. Thanks for reading.
You are very welcome
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