Let the fatuous sunbeams spread
beyond the shouldering hills.
Let the toiling love be ablazed-
O let the clay grow nil!
Was it for this the moonlit grew
and the waters churned and laved?
Was it for this the tears fell
on bosoms proud and raised?
Then O let the fire burn-
burn those fatuous rays.
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Author:
PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Took inspiration from a number of poets and works which amused me, including Wilfred Owen and his poem "Futility", as well as Nancy Fotheringham Cato and her work 'The Road'
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Comments2
Very nice wording here that is powerful and strong. Loved it
Thank you for your kind words. Your time is much appreciated
I love this, really good write
Thank you for your words
You are very welcome
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