This one's just a short piece of writing in verse all but to convey something
that most of the people in today's world would ignore....
Ya...
They tend to..
The Present we misused...
How well you made this world,How well you rose its pride;
With every rising Sun how well,
You made it look so purified..
How well you shed light on it,
How well you blessed it all;
What mirth you filled in its nature,
Which never let it fall..
Sweetest was the fruit you made
into the hardest husk;
Serene was the night you gave
that trailed the darkest dusk..
But on this unmistakable creation,
I tremble to ask you why..
Why to such a conjuror
you prefered to petrify?
Why you sent us here 'O Master'..
Though never we did deserve.
We just know to grab things with
greed creeping in our nerves..
I know its too much queer,
but there's something I cant refute;
'We the people are spoiling today,
the place we constitiute.'
With empty hands we came down here,
and so we would return;
But who could make us fathom,
we just know to crush and burn.
Calamities...when natural,
We people often bear;
United we stand then,
As if our souls, we share..
But keeping everything apart,
when this 'Mind' becomes a Devil's cave;
It just provokes us..
..impells us to rave.
Calamities...then Man-made,
Thus, is what it brings;
It rages, it maims,
destroying your offered things..
We fight, defeat, and win,
We feel we are the kings;
And hold our heads later,
as the knell of humanity rings..
On wrecking all that you gave us,
It seems we are amused;
Who would've thought of the fact that,
It was The Present we misused...
Poetry by Ronan Ferdinand
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Written on 2007-06-06 at 17:42
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