These days of men are all but now spent,
Their light will fade as if sacrificed for lent.
They take for granted this feast of years,
but gone are those life long studious peers.
Why do we think we are all consuming,
when we are weak and not redeeming.
We use our time for greed and avarice,
which could be spent without time of malice.
Ink and sound should be our tools of trade,
not gun nor sword to fill this last mass grave.
We cannot keep travelling along this linear line,
for stay the path and this will be our end of time.
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 3rd, 2016 07:33
- Comment from author about the poem: After watching all the wars and fighting that is happening in our world recently. I wrote this poem...This cannot go on, More innocents die than combatants.
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U r soo right more innocents die than combatants. And yor poem is awesome in rhyming and serious hard hitting content. Well said and truly said on the ways of the world. Couldn't put it better. Kudos,
U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too . I'm quite a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
Thank you so much for those kind words....
I feel your angst in your words. I agree that all of this bloodshed must stop now. And, your last line is so, unfortunately, insightful.
Thank you WBL. Great comment..
I really felt your words and agree with what you are saying. I just wonder when or if it will ever stop. Great poem.
Thank you Chrissy. I normally just
Watch and get emotional and angry at the same time, but this time I put it into words.... thank you
Right, too linear thinking and the graves just keep getting deeper. Nicely done.
Thank you Augustus
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