A poem inspired by a painting I observed at an art gallery, it made me think of the current political/military issues and so this poem was born.
Tell me what you think!
It's gripped the globe
with fierce passion,
Set to flames the rest in man's heart.
They've tied themselves
to it's commission,
Tearing man, from man apart.
It lurks deep within
their consciousness,
This constant ignited blast.
The heinous
ghastly anger,
scarred tissue from the past.
The shepherd
led us downhill,
this land is for the free.
Allah, Yahweh,
The spirits,
gave this piece of land to me.
The greed consumes
the passage,
The entry to their hearts.
Refuse to
act in kindness
Earth's dwelling is in shards.
The arm attacks
the torso,
Once brothers, now opposed.
Words drenched
in mindless bloodshed,
Sad symphony of times composed.
We beg and wail, for our children's hope,
Is drowned in the misery in which the lands grope,
Inaudible the cry of innocence unborn,
Tear from the soil, this angry, destructive thorn.
Auterkeia Nihil
26 Jan 2007
Poetry by Autie
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Written on 2007-03-18 at 03:14
Tags Flame  Terrorism  War 
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Tell me what you think!
A New Flame
It's gripped the globe
with fierce passion,
Set to flames the rest in man's heart.
They've tied themselves
to it's commission,
Tearing man, from man apart.
It lurks deep within
their consciousness,
This constant ignited blast.
The heinous
ghastly anger,
scarred tissue from the past.
The shepherd
led us downhill,
this land is for the free.
Allah, Yahweh,
The spirits,
gave this piece of land to me.
The greed consumes
the passage,
The entry to their hearts.
Refuse to
act in kindness
Earth's dwelling is in shards.
The arm attacks
the torso,
Once brothers, now opposed.
Words drenched
in mindless bloodshed,
Sad symphony of times composed.
We beg and wail, for our children's hope,
Is drowned in the misery in which the lands grope,
Inaudible the cry of innocence unborn,
Tear from the soil, this angry, destructive thorn.
Auterkeia Nihil
26 Jan 2007
Poetry by Autie
Read 1110 times
Written on 2007-03-18 at 03:14
Tags Flame  Terrorism  War 
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