Winds are blowing from the East.
Hardship and misery prevailing.
A Great Storm is on the rise.
Tormented souls are crying out.
Fearless leaders are on the attack.
Heartless and indignant rulers
dominating a game of greed.
Threats of a Great War at the fore.
All humanity searching for peace.
Humility is our hope.
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Knowledge of current events have become a poison to me.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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And here's hoping there is hope, poignant write well expressed, enjoyed the read
Hope for a peaceful outcome concerning future events has become scarce.
Thanks for your kind comment.
You are very welcome
Some scoff, though it is the humble/meek that will inherit the earth - somehow. Good write JM.
Somehow hope and faith will prevail.
Thank you very kindly for the visit.
I find it most interesting that Human and Humility start the same as words but they don't end up the same. A great write of the disgust we all feel with the present state of things.
Humane is another word that comes to mind. Thanks for your honest comment..
I feel it too, it's a dark dark time for our world, when it's run by dictators we must all stand together and protest. I cannot believe what I see on the world's platform news and social media, actually incredibly sad. Great poem. 🌹
I’m afraid this mess will not end peacefully. We will be screaming at a wall protesting. Anger is a dominant factor currently.
Thanks for commenting and your feelings.
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