I see said the blind man to the deaf mute.
Let's communicate about another day when a new world will reign.
The breach of a new generation.
Our men won't, they're full of hesitation.
But the sky is as blue as the undying eyes of the ocean.
The ocean that will cause a commotion to tell us its story.
"One day my friends,
This will get gory.
Your lives will be filled with pain and shame
you'll have to fight in a game
of society.
Undying, unsmiling.
My shores can only help to assure
until your hearts cut out the voice inside your soul.
You won't hear me, you won't feel me.
I can't help who doesn't want to be helped
He's got to help himself before we melt"
So the blue sky and the blue sea will calm the blues that we
retreat from.
But nothing can be really solved.
Until our hearts want the evil gone.
Want the war done
and the gossip forgotten in the whisper of the trees.
The earth will help us, if we hear it's pleas.
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Poetry- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
