not sure what to call this ... any ideas will be greatly accepted
War, Strife, Religion, Politics, all the pursuits of man's greed,
every searching for a new frontier or unknown, mearly for something to destroy or to claim as our own.
When will we see our own signs?
Or shall we contine to continue blindly forth into our certain demise?
Hating others because our religions tell us too...
Hating others because our governments tell us they are the enemy....
Hating ourselves because we aren't what the media tells us what we feel we should be....
Will we ever stop and forgive?
Will we ever forget about the power or the money?
Humanity has no rhythm, humanity has no rhyme.
All we do is seek a reason for something elses demise.
Poetry by An Apathetic Zealot
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Written on 2007-09-05 at 23:13
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The chronicles of time profess our true natures,War, Strife, Religion, Politics, all the pursuits of man's greed,
every searching for a new frontier or unknown, mearly for something to destroy or to claim as our own.
When will we see our own signs?
Or shall we contine to continue blindly forth into our certain demise?
Hating others because our religions tell us too...
Hating others because our governments tell us they are the enemy....
Hating ourselves because we aren't what the media tells us what we feel we should be....
Will we ever stop and forgive?
Will we ever forget about the power or the money?
Humanity has no rhythm, humanity has no rhyme.
All we do is seek a reason for something elses demise.
Poetry by An Apathetic Zealot
Read 615 times
Written on 2007-09-05 at 23:13
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