Here:
Here eight billion seeds were sown,
without the Earth’s permission,
where fleshling saplings; proudly grown
designed their lives; perdition,
treading surface water,
no attention to their roots,
shredding green with mortar,
killing all their fruits,
replacing blood with metal;
tin can; hollow pride,
but believe that it’s fine fettle
love life, is what’s lied,
for such a changeless jungle,
rehash their proud mistake,
as woe; is joy; their rumble,
thus, all their hope is fake!
There:
There is this heartwarm stream,
eight billion drops are flowing,
where unity is not a dream
just happy ripples growing,
that shimmer in the dark,
those nightmare fires gone,
pure example; finest mark;
a worthy line for song,
gentle cascades smile,
no division; cancels way,
for every single mile,
lights up a brighter day,
hence, foreign are the cries
just this family; to the Globe,
as great sea; does wash the lies
with it’s refreshing robe!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello everyone, I hope that all is well. Again, I apologise for another hiatus, but it is because of another rough patch, and I am still going through the motions of it all, but writing has, and will always play, a good part in the coping and healing of the ordeal. With that said, I give you this double poem entitled: Here and There. Here, is where I, and I think we all are, in terms of what is happening in the world, and There, is where I, and all of us hope to be. The accompanying banner picture I think is apt, as the girl on the dock represents the tiredness of humanity's folly, and the sea represents the cleansing that such a dire situation requires. I hope that you enjoy this double poem, I hope such woeful scenarios can improve, and as always, please do stay safe in the madness everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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