Far On A Hill.
Far on a hill of mists and dreamsSits a lonely old man
Who quietly screams
At a world hell bent
On destroying itself
Never at peace and losing its wealth
The tears in his eyes
Tell a tale of mankind
And the blood on his hands
I think you will find
Is that of the faithless
The lost and the soiled
Not that of believers
And men that have toiled
To bring about peace
to a world since its birth
A world he created, our own planet earth
Did he make a mistake
When he gave it to us
As we ravage and savage
And turn it to dust
Can we turn it around
And save what is left
Or is mankinds future
Now shrouded in death.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2008-07-14 at 06:55
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