The Boiled Black Sea

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My love like a rose,

My blood boiled red,

My heart a repose

Of deeds judged of the dead

I’ll take you away,

To where it is safe,

Here you will stay,

Biding your fate.

And as the world closes and chokes,

The doors that are open,

Most of them closed,

So we don’t see the world that’s now broken,

But for the wealthy eyes posed.

Locked in a line,

With the flowing of time,

Perchance men to steal,

A hungry mans meal.

And give to a king,

Who doesn’t quite feel,

Or need it to eat,

He's rich as can be with power to Keep.

Except taxes are paid,

And his penis all laid.

And his rules to abide,

With hypocritical lies,

And truths they half told,

To calm down the old,

And cut tongues off the young.

So everyone’s blind and scared till they’re dumb.

And biding their time,

Till the few behind buttons.

Will dream sudden beauty

And hopefully their hearts will be flooded.

Streamed with compassion,

Of peace finally lasting

And care for the sand,

And trees and the land.

And not reset fires

That killed hundreds of thousands of men.

Bombing Japan.

All war will grow,

And finally be big

Army’s lined in a row

snapping the weak like a twig

time it may tell,

But deaths found the smell

And raced there like children,

Running From hell,

For all of the fallen,

Who died by the rule.

Men and their guns,

Made for the kill, A bullet hits hard, Putting holes in your will. So God he can see, The temperament used, To murder, to kill and sexually abuse, Wars at the gate. Lets fight to be free. For only most life on earth, Needs the black sea.

Its waters they’ve boiled,

Floats all the dead fish,

And bodies of men, who didn’t quite wish,

For a hero’s humble deatjh, their death only sin.

  My love like a rose, My blood boiled red, My heart a repose, Of deeds judged of the dead. A stop to the death, Would turn a new earth, Giving freedom its breath, People home with their worth. But seldom do guns, fire themselves, The greed and the hate, repeats and repels.

 Until difference and fear are no longer strong

Mankind will just sing, this inharmonious song.

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  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 3rd, 2025 05:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A world where might makes right, survival of the fittest is natures way yet we as humans feel a need to impose our values of love, compassion, fairness into the equation makes it a sad world where we are pitted against the forces of nature in a no win battle. Man has always been cruel by nature. A most emotional and well written poem of a powerful nature. Lovely



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