Its a little poem about my thoughts of the world and where it is going and what kind of a situation the human race will be facing if we continue these activities.
I hope you like it.
Of Anger and despair
Bring back those vengeful memories
And the pages of love, torn here and there
Their limbs you slice, their bodies you burn
And death to all, new life to none
Beasts, they are, who kill for survival
Brave,who, for nation, kill
Cursed are those who kill for revenge
Savages who enjoy the deed
Don't be scared, you'll be slaughtered anon
And Death to all, new life to none
New world is an era, of silent monarchs
No place one can call, like Noa's Ark
Even children hesitate, to save a dying soul
And Death to all New Life to None
And the world is all wrong
And the corrections are futile
The coming ages will see
Men, animalised
And no piece of his soul
Will aim for tranquility
Chaos shall rule
Blood - our brutal reality
And crimes of today, are tomorrow's necessities
And obscenities of today, are tomorrow's passions
And hesitations today, are jobs said-and-done
And Death to all New Life to None
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 584 times
Written on 2011-08-23 at 18:04
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
I hope you like it.
And Death To All New Life To None
The World is full of hatredOf Anger and despair
Bring back those vengeful memories
And the pages of love, torn here and there
Their limbs you slice, their bodies you burn
And death to all, new life to none
Beasts, they are, who kill for survival
Brave,who, for nation, kill
Cursed are those who kill for revenge
Savages who enjoy the deed
Don't be scared, you'll be slaughtered anon
And Death to all, new life to none
New world is an era, of silent monarchs
No place one can call, like Noa's Ark
Even children hesitate, to save a dying soul
And Death to all New Life to None
And the world is all wrong
And the corrections are futile
The coming ages will see
Men, animalised
And no piece of his soul
Will aim for tranquility
Chaos shall rule
Blood - our brutal reality
And crimes of today, are tomorrow's necessities
And obscenities of today, are tomorrow's passions
And hesitations today, are jobs said-and-done
And Death to all New Life to None
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 584 times
Written on 2011-08-23 at 18:04
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text