13 06 2013

I here the wisdom of your words,
forever striving to be heard.
Lost among a million voices,
lost among the many choices.
Feast or famine, rich or lowly,
bang the drum now, bang it slowly.
Let the earth hear what you say,
by dark of night, and light of day.

The race we are, just one-not many,
existing in this land of plenty,
waging wars, we never wanted,
by their ghosts our race is haunted.
No true faith has brought them on,
each god taught love, and sang it’s song.
The hate and greed that made men die-
a tellurian creed, our race’s lie.

Growing in the hearts of men,
thoughts of peace now move the pen.
Darkness now lies unrequited,
a vessel new-it’s been re-fitted.
In the shadows of the glow,
made by lamplight of the flow,
lie the things we left behind,
the lessons learned, by our great mind.




5 responses

13 06 2013
Charron's Chatter

love the bang the drum directive! and the adverb seems very wise. πŸ™‚

13 06 2013

Wise and rhymes, who could ask for more? I think it’s the fast beat that is the problem-the instant gratification beat.

13 06 2013

In first line it should be “hear” or “here” . Please correct if I am wrong. Rest the poetry is awesome as usual πŸ™‚

14 06 2013

Thank you-I sometimes don’t spend the time editing and proof-reading that I should. Much obliged.

14 06 2013

No problem it happens with all of us πŸ™‚

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