Poetry By Me

The World's Symphony

The world is a symphony

Composed by all these components

To create a sound like no other.

This symphony is unpredictable

No one,

Not even its creator

Could cease this magic piece.

It starts off soft

Slow, and peaceful,

The scenery is blissful,

No one dare disrupts.

The world is a match and we are the gasoline

Any flicker of defiance

And suddenly we are set ablaze .

The bass drums are booming

The brass section screams

there is no sympathy

For this once heavenly symphony,

Is now burning like the very depths of hell.

No one can stop it.

It only grows

So very scary

Its a sea of madness

Burning for all eternity

One little mistake was all it took

You can't find the books.

Everyone and everything

Is consumed,

We are all infested

With the burning war.

We started the end

We craved this power

And we yearned for more.

Even after we had it all

Like when Eve took the apple

Then had nothing at all.

We are all the same

No matter who you ask

We are all sinners

We all want more

Then we could ever

Possibly handle.

You see we are the problem

Those even more

When they think they are not.

This is the hard truth

We all need to learn,

For if we keep going,

If the world stays burning

We will all be found guilty .

We will have killed ourselves

We crafted this rope

The second we came to be

The same second we figured

One must lead,

But we tied the noose

We made it a sure thing

When the realization hit

That we must fight for this occupation

Because there could only be one.

They started a war

Lasting a thousand times longer than they themselves ever would

This war in which we are still fighting

Not even half are surviving

What started as a rich mans lust

Became a story thrust

On a million young minds

Only a few could cling too

We become greedier

And greedier

And with every second that passes

The body count fastens

We are killing ourselves

And its not slowing down

For the ones who are to blame

Are in too much power

To even think about if they are getting in the way.

They are untouchable

If we tell they them they are the problem

We are WRONG

because why even dream about being smarter

When all they do is choke you tighter

This is an endless cycle

Because they are too high to reach

They will only see clearly when its over,

They will only know what they did

When they no longer control her.

This planet is a bloody battle ground

Up ahead

And over the hill

Is freedom

But you see

To get there we must enter

No mans land.

Only few have made it through

But they never return

Because what they don't tell you

Is it's all a delusion

All a distraction

From the evil that still lies behind.

We will never escape

No matter how hard we try

We are trapped,

We are broken,

And we are bruised inside .

This symphony is rough

And its hard to listen to

But its something we must hear

We cannot forget

That there is sunlight after night

We must not forget there are rainbows after rain

And maybe someday

After we are all dead and gone

When the dirt took us home

And after all this war

The world will lie still

a ghost town of what was.

This world

Will maybe someday

Go back to the sweet way it was.

L.O.M