Seeds Of Death.

Oh! What poor soul was lent an ear
To bend upon the wind
To hear the sighs and sorrows of mankind
This mother earth, this ravaged soul
The heart of man as black as coal
That takes and takes returnith not
Upon his ill begotten lot
The flesh of earth, this green of land
Once tinged by Gods almighty hand
Now stained and spoiled and soaked in blood
A mothers tears become a flood
The innocence of childhood dreams
Are tarred and marred by muted screams
What right have we to still draw breath
When all we sow are seeds of death.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-11-10 at 10:10

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a lovely poem graham and it is good to see you posting back here again rgds mike
2006-11-10


weirdzarun
A beautiful work. Truly capturing the density of evil in human nature.
2006-11-10