in a world where the rain falls from the sky
in a world where the flowers in the ground must die.
ive sat in a circle, full of hate and remorse.
A world that cant forget there force
We're in a world full of revenge, hate and war
with Death and Famine galore
so frustrating with hands tied back
how can we help with the love we lack
give us a chance to spread the word
let people know what's ever unheard
one day we will be dust a world no longer here
fear, will cripple them till they can no longer move
fear of man, women,children, with their guns and righteous fear
please let me rest in a garden of love
not a world with hate up above.
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Author:
illia (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a vey old one of mine. But I will keep mysterious about it. Very apt for the modern world
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THANKS NACTON ~ The old poems are best and we all love a bit of MYSTERY ! This old World does seem Hell bent on self-destruction ~ but one day Sister you will get your reward in the GLORY ~ where all is Peace & Joy ~ AMEN ~ Hugs for 2017 ~ Yo Friend Brian
So true. Thanks for the compliment. For sure this world seems hell bent on destruction, but I have faith, all will be well, I just carry on with my poetry, it helps me, cheers 🍻,😊
Go walking in the garden
when the skies are blue above
till the fields with hopes & dreams
and sow the seeds of love. ww
😉 thanks ww
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